Bitter yellow auras
Like lemonade on a summer day
Are refreshingly honest, but sugar
Is never as kind as it tastes
A girl watches aimlessly with her bow and arrow
Clasped snug in hand
Not knowing whose heart to point at
She is nervous
Hands begin to shake
The arrow falls into an oblivion of
Purple sky and dirt; a painted world
Earthworms in business suits
Going about their steamy days
Encounter the rare human treasure
With delight
The world still turns
She backs up out of humiliation
Bow still wobbling in hand
Runs into a boy
The world stops in a mellow fuss
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