Poetry, Thoughts

Open Mike

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Five lanes
A thousand grains
of salt
Sand in my shorts
Blanket forts
Chocolate malt
It’s no one’s fault
Denim skorts
Eat my brains
Halt
Veins
Balt
Amore
Sing
A pore
Never more
Walking up tracks
Train at our backs
Relax
Thumb a ride
stride
No one died
But we tried
Jump rope
Telescope
Dope
Desert hikes
Cloudless skies
Open mikes
Riding bikes
Open eyes
No goodbyes

By Sarah Davenport 2014

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