Together, you and I should leave this looping scene,
Forget the stress, and find something illogical to do.
Who needs plans when we can pack a credit card,
Plane tickets to Paris in my purse, and travel guides?
I've no need to be inconspicuous.
You can kiss me publicly in perfect daylight,
Exactly like you can't back home. But here, who cares?
This is a poem written for National Poetry Writing Month in 2013. It is an Allitersen, and I used the prompts "One Ticket in your purse," and "illogical." I hate alliteration normally, so this was especially challenging for me. I remembered this poem that I had written because of the terrorism going in Paris. Vive la France.
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