***
hindered by usual last minute scramble
for desperately needed phone or car keys,
her habitually hasty exit interrupted
by sweet smell of lilacs hanging on the breeze.
***
hidden under layers of way too much life
the pieces have fallen sufficiently, it seems,
what is secret remains so necessarily,
if, indeed, anything even survives of her dreams.
***
eyes wide open, heart locked away,
too many times she’d been hung out to dry.
past tries had proven riskier than a desperate double down;
she’d come to treasure her safety by and by.
***
her being wrapped in tidy package and bow,
love not really up for consideration.
she can think of nothing better, really,
than tacos and margs and good conversation.
Hung Out to Dry
Hard Bonus: Include a double down
Easy Bonus: Drink a margarita
a note from bugs 
Again, amazing write. I have to read it over and over again to feel the layers and let it truly sink in. Wonderful.
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Thank you so much. I wasnt sure whether to post or not. I’ve been pretty distracted lol
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Ah, I had the opportunity to experience the smell of lilacs when I was on my world tour hiatus. Amazing how our senses can trigger emotions and memories. Just lovely! KUDOS, Earthling! ❤
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Lilacs are a favorite 😊. Thank you Marvin 🩵
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