Quirk

Only if you've breathed tiredness in a back seat
Of a car, taken home by an 'L', gliding over
Blurry country lanes;

Only if you paused to fill up petrol to the throat
Its homely city scent did penetrate your very spleen
Hello polluted motherland

Only if you had added extra layers to your veins
Conveniontly close to hungy ones
Cholestrol quater poundsers

Only if you had shaky knees - uninsulated creepy cool
Of dust and music in a cosy shed, nodding along
To this live decandence

Would you have noticed condensation tears of laughter
On the side mirror

Those funny H2Os were winking wildly to reassure
That learner.

They fell asleep, then being followed, woke
They scintillated more than radium

Not one a perfect circle, hundreds grouped
Escaping golden halos

Roaring stadium.

Those diamonds
I consider gifts.

Who needs them on their fingers, ears, chests?
Why go to Tiffanys?

Only if you have had a wide-lung
Evening, such as this

Don't let the gold rush fever go amiss
Come hither, search,
Look out

For these treasures.
 

- Tallie
 
 
 
Guys, your poems this week have been breathtaking!
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