The ReD Fire Truck #LunchBreakPoetry

by S.A. Prince

Puffy,

Coarse,

Flowing,

 Or Under a hat.

 It comes in many forms,

Except Jet Black.

It compliments dark brown spots,

Top of the soft pale palette.

A countenance unmatched,

It lights the dark path.

The sun rises in pupils,

And there are no shadows where you’re at.

Save me from asphyxia,

Odysseus’ sirens are coming,

Baptize me in the water,

Reclaim my limp heart from disparity,

Make me your phoenix,

Cremate the past,

The here and now,

Live young-die fast,

There’s so many toys to choose from,

But I just want the ReD Fire Truck back.

 

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