picking up hitch hikers

By: Shelbi Henny

I was hanging on broken branches 
massively turning corners
labeling indiscretions
creativity to manifest
in perceptions 
loving the columns
that separate the talent 
portrayed to me as antidotes
that face the flamboyant 
trinkets we exchange
devouring this white lie
that runs the valleys of pure water
piercing the ear drums
and splitting dysfunctional homes
leaving me open
choking on hope 
crafting my syllables to sentences 
of I love 
making it familiar to part 
yet memory drawing to be close 
foolish to read the obvious 
as my heart rode forward with you 
steering in slow motion 
with the city in our rearview

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