Driving northwestward through colorized hills,
She dreamed that she had found in Jimmy’s car
A love like nothing she had known thus far.
His sleeping breaths beside her gave her chills
Down to her fingers, trembling on the wheel,
As with her left hand she fastened her coat –
Its toggled buttons climbing to her throat
Not unlike ladder rungs, rising from real
Up to tomorrow’s too fantastic peak
And into someplace she could never go.
Unbidden now, the car began to slow
And her keen fancy suddenly went weak.
She knew that at the station past the bend
Jimmy would wake, and speak, and this would end.