Dash
Bespatter me Dash,
Run a short race.
Throw a little somethin
In the mix.
I hesitate an utterance
And drop a soupcon
In parenthesis.
I want the dasher
Who plunges
In the churn.
Signal this dot
For longer duration,
A bit of adulteration
Under the dashboard.
Bespatter me Dash.
Listen to the sound
Of such splashing.
Let's write and hurry away
Because of a sudden onset,
A stroke, followed by a rush.
Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2019
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