Hazel eyes
Stare through the windshield,
Heedless of changing scenery;
Fixated on her reflection
Against the perfection
Of rolling hills.

Her mind flashes back to a time:
On the rear seat, she would climb.
Looking out the backglass, she would stare;
Hazel eyes, gazing at scenery
Of the unchanging nowhere.

Hazel eyes
Stare through the windshield,
Heedless of changing scenery;
Fixated on her reflection
Against the imperfection
Of rolling hills.