She sits with her possessions in every
preposition like "about, among, atop, on, in..."
her future as good as the what's in.
The only other driver in her life
a bit more stock of that expense
until the next blighted sight
of something more intense.
What glee does she gain of friendly greetings
when her once greatest gift
is now downcast and glued
to the shiny new thing
she first saw on a screen.