Ode to an Escape
Ode to the creamy tan
mixture of caffeine injected fluids that once were beans,
That open my crusted shut eyes at the first
hint of sunlight,
Ode to the science a
brain perceives as magic,
When a portable torch
comes in contact with dried and wrapped tobacco leaves.
Ode to one-hundred
and eighty seconds past two o’clock P.M. on weekdays,
The D sharp toned
bell that rings out freedom for the 18 and under that live near me.
Ode to seven plies of
the shredded and compressed remains of fallen trees,
Who’s shape and
candor allow me to so gracefully maneuver through the urban jungle.
Ode to pulsing
vibrations that rattle into the calcium orb on my shoulders,
Pulling every string
of emotion that are so tightly wound.
Ode to the things
that get me by.
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