Moving On

You were my diet wild cherry,

fresca citrus running on an open prairie.

Coconut vanilla or lavender eucalyptus?

With persistence, anybody can make it to the apocalyptic Olympics.

Hypnotized apple slices taking vices to remember days filled with claw machine prizes.

Green leaf water stone; the power of a magician making magic alone.

Caldera’s sunk into a 7-card river of contrition.

Divination gardens on a golden valley road.

Where panthers eat toads & irregular antlers clash with souls.

The drum just nods; a lazy firing squad humming inside a prison’s quad.

Seasons may pass, but broken lights always flicker on.

I hope you had a wonderful day, Desiree.