Hitchhiker

Heading north? Where
Igloos are made of ink and paint
Take me with you . My
Cataracts create a blurry world, it’s
Hot in Florida and I just want to
Hit the liquor store, then seduce an
Incubus. Because Broadway
Kicks are just a fantasy.
Ever think of heading north where
Raspberry ribbons undulate the night sky.



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Happy National Poetry Day! Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. This is an acrostic using the word "hitchhiker". Have a wonderful day!