Peach is what they call me or some times moonpie
Train tracks hot summer heat with ice cream stains
Smoke with red lights hover through lugs to young to handle afraid of heights
running away escaping into big trees to breath they call them oak
Running away sweet summer games with my kinfolk
Distant light of tobacco lit under a full moon
Grandma’s smile lingering on a young heart two-stepping
-Tara Simone™
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