2048 Studio

I wrote this poem while daydreaming about a gorgeous woman, a talented Floridian Poetess and dear friend – Holly Hunter. She’s in my dreams and often a source of inspiration…

Tokens of silver
Worn edges, each side
Phone numbers spinning
Dialing for a ride

Loose change for a ring
I’ll meet her at two
Holly’s in the house
Most timely, on queue

A tour of the park
Embracing moonlight
On sand near the shore
Love lasting all night

When morning light dawns
As stars fade to day
It’s back to the grind
My cab rolls away

© 2025 Phil Perkins

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Taxi, by Harry Chapin (1972) – see lyrics here.

You can find prints of my artwork available in my gallery.