04-05-2023, 12:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-05-2023, 01:11 PM by Quixilated.)
Lemon Drops
I drive the coast with the windows down,
as the sun dusts the world in golden light.
While the salt-wind weaves
my hair into wild mermaid waves,
I savor the last of my lemon
drops.
I sing along to my favorite songs,
and make plans with a pie and a picnic
and the second half of a delicious book.
There’s a bump in the road and and a jolt,
the groceries shift and one lemon
drops.
My brand new car begins to groan,
it seems the jolt shook something loose.
Nervously eyeing the edge of the cliff,
I push the breaks with no response.
The road bends and the lemon
drops.
I drive the coast with the windows down,
as the sun dusts the world in golden light.
While the salt-wind weaves
my hair into wild mermaid waves,
I savor the last of my lemon
drops.
I sing along to my favorite songs,
and make plans with a pie and a picnic
and the second half of a delicious book.
There’s a bump in the road and and a jolt,
the groceries shift and one lemon
drops.
My brand new car begins to groan,
it seems the jolt shook something loose.
Nervously eyeing the edge of the cliff,
I push the breaks with no response.
The road bends and the lemon
drops.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
