Backfired Back 1
Back at the back,
she was not,
hot.
Good a lot,
loved the most.
Bus station,
off at the station.
Lost.
'My only station,
is she lost?
Bush sided gravel road,
to our help..
faced, phased was face,
dominance, supremacy,
look of a highness.
"Miss",
to where, shall this body meet the head,
primary teacher.
"head,
the meat on the bone...
A whisper of humbleness,
...do you, mind, think less than taking you there?...
too go there"
Us side by self.
Gate to which we come is long,
in short,
call thankfulness shots.
(beat)
Again,
different direction.
Again,
same direction.
Names,
forgot to mention.
Introduction,,
then the station.
Transportation,
only city, our destination.
Copyright © Maratis Moses | Year Posted 2017
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