Nun succumbs to poetic urge.

[sistawendy]

The girl with her books,
The boy with his guitar,
Me with my plans.
I'm in a butter cube of dreams
Lit from the inside.
Slow, halting, but
Hard to stop from the outside.

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At the bottom of the ramp
The sensuous, mod curve greets me,
A perfect Bettie Paige move
In regularly spaced yellow lights.
Beckoning me where, the home I'm headed for?
No, down the road.