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We tap-danced in Target Skipping up and down with Doublemint and Milky Ways Twizzlers and the bittersweet chocolate waltzes. We crouched in the corner Not to shoplift, just to talk Exchanging philosophy with paper towels And lead the paper plates through secrets. We walked on cracked sidewalks Chipped with the dubious glances of fate How many feet have wandered these streets And how few have really seen? We sat in the backseat As the brownish gray fields rushed by The setting sun stayed suspended in the sky Burning up the tired atmosphere. We drank mixed lemonade in chilled, clinking cups Front porch step afternoons Frosted glasses drained of sugary pink Summer expectations. When I wished innocently in February on One cold night saturated in body spray For friendship to be free I had no idea how lovely life could be.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
Tap-Dancing In Target
We tap-danced in Target Skipping up and down with Doublemint and Milky Ways Twizzlers and the bittersweet chocolate waltzes. We crouched in the corner Not to shoplift, just to talk Exchanging philosophy with paper towels And lead the paper plates through secrets. We walked on cracked sidewalks Chipped with the dubious glances of fate How many feet have wandered these streets And how few have really seen? We sat in the backseat As the brownish gray fields rushed by The setting sun stayed suspended in the sky Burning up the tired atmosphere. We drank mixed lemonade in chilled, clinking cups Front porch step afternoons Frosted glasses drained of sugary pink Summer expectations. When I wished innocently in February on One cold night saturated in body spray For friendship to be free I had no idea how lovely life could be.
Copyright 4/14/14 by B. E. McComb
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be-mccomb
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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