Day #18– Storm She Couldn’t Understand

Girl Gone to Her Senses

Before the music played
Our luck swooned
And we tossed ourselves
Into a swivet. Puff went
All the musts of our intentions.
A washer, a dryer
A camouflaged daughter, we sang.
The cloth went over the spoon.
Downpour. It came across
Daytime’s furrow of the moon.
When the mist unleashed,
You could see it, that pause
Before you were wet with it.
Girl feigning synesthesia
Caught in all the soak
She couldn’t hear or see.
A washer, a dryer
A camouflaged daughter
Played the band in encore.

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