Navigating night curves.
Dodging oncoming lights
I roll down my window,
to fly with water kites
Scents of airborne sprinkles,
envelop nostril and lung.
The taste of aqua mist,
melts my longing tongue
Champagne of the clouds,
Shrouds with a hint of gray.
Ocean refreshments,
A raindrop bouquet.
I savor the moment,
becoming one with the rain.
High on blue crush,
natures umbrella cocaine
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I like the imagery in this one, but the closing loses me for some reason. I think it may be the ‘flavor’ shift from cocaine to bouquet comparison.
Hi Barry, yes… I feel that as well. I think I’ll have to clean it up some.