| Caroline... We run the streets Recklessly. Two girls invincible. The burn of Southern Comfort In our tea and down our throats. We wend our way through the miasma And the crowd. Avoiding grabbing hands and catcalls. We find music and booze for free Because that's all we can afford. This is the second time You've saved me. "We're in the same boat." You say, like this Monumental task is Nothing to you. By Xia Harria Comments? Click here to email comments about this poem. All Rights Reserved February 2005 |