Driving to work felt quite boujee.
Just two days of work and then I'm free.
Traffic sounding like a symphony,
Your words turned routine into poetry.
Across the digital divide we meet,
Strangers connected by rhythm and beat.
In this virtual space, our souls converse,
Bound by the magic of metered verse.
Imagining a schoolbus, dogs galore,
A whimsical scene that makes the heart soar.
Like your poem, it brings a smile, a laugh,
A reminder that joy is the true path.
I say to you, with gratitude deep,
For the solace your words allow me to keep.
In poetry we trust, in verses we blend,
Stranger no more, but a poetic friend.