As I sit in the local Starbucks
enjoying the sweet presence of a grateful pairing
a latte with caramel
sweeter than sunday soulfood
and the blue-est blueberry moistened cake...
I cant help but notice how much of a city gal I am.
The headache of on going traffic and bumping bags
gives me the thrill of a cricket in the darkened night
with the brightest stars
I cant help but wonder
where do I belong??...
The tug between city and south never rests
but only when i do
the thought is everlasting
until the time will come
for the move to be made
Chances and opportunites
are as life is....
[what you make it].
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