Cobalt
Cobalt swaggers in
hair pushed back
a trip over from Victoria
to check out the scene on Davie
to visit the doctor
and rush back to the safety that is victoria-
Cobalt lives in a jaded world
of ups and downs and somewhere in between
her homostasis
is rooted
Cobalt drives a mustang
one can hear the muffler shudder with the newly engaged engine
she knows she's lookin good
all wrapped up in cologne, leather, and a big white smile
that extendes from one ear to the next
she looks so cool that
one might want to take a deep refreshing drink-
Cobalt
my o my
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2009
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