Bubblegum Afternoons

These afternoons
Taste like bubblegum
Knotting around my tongue
Put my lips together and blow
Colors spilling and blending
Into sunsets breaking against the horizon
Staining the ground
In its Sunday best
And no matter how much I dance
The sunset finds my feet
And each step chimes
One more note
I hum as I move
Chalky aftertaste
Lingers on my skin
Finding myself the song
From these bubblegum afternoons


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