Poetry · Writing

Shades and a Daiquiri

It’s just a little magic-

opened like a book

and read backwards

no speeding ticket

all in the heat never a cricket.

False alarm-

get the broom and stop the noise

jump the broom and live the noise,

it’s only a matter of time,

didn’t fall to far from the tree

a lesson in history was free

and me,

find me with some shades and a Daiquiri.

 

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