She Goes

Wondered she,
what should I be?

a firework,
a book,
a palm tree?

if only
it were up to us
to decide
which bus

would we ever
fuck up?
or
run out of luck?

throwing caution
to the breeze

she knew
she had
the seas

two guesses
what she chose

sun,
sand,
shells,

that’s how

she goes.

Published by therunawayjuiceincident

I write about my travels. Intergalactic and otherwise....

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