Ella Pitt - Abscond

Travel requires time, demands currency.
But ambiguous daydreams need not paraphernalia
Beyond miniscule morsels of hope, to rise
From a bleak reality of bored dissatisfaction.
Deflated physique can be easily discovered,
on established bus journeys or in desperate
sheets of fourteen years old, a childhood reminder.
But optimistic essence, rides a bright bicycle.
Along coastal towns and rural havens
And lives bohemian on the peaks of pine trees.

Ella Pitt

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