Jazz Design

[TranquillityBase]

Anywhere was a lazy train ride through a shipwreck cove
that smelled of orange chicken and pizza,
where flamingoes danced mechanically to singing clams.
Because there was every reason to laugh
time away, being sweetly frozen by Dippin' Dots in light
that Lola captured between shopping,
she was careful to save those days in plastic bins
beneath the towering rows of her clothes and purses.
So, when we’d trace the crisscross of contrails                     last stanza lost me, just too much new imgagery?
on the ride home, and she’d reach for us behind her seat,
all we ever had to do was hold her hand
since we were already smiling.

Hi Velasco,

I'm part of the ride until I hit that contrails line.  Dunno what that means, just how it reads to me.

TqB