Differentiate from geyser burps.
Rivers bend, see lakes of fireworks.
Jitters met sea legs: I fight the hurt.
Whiffing scents of cake with Dreyer's churn.
Her skin, and scent are grace: I'm higher surged.
I skim the specks on page: her writer's work.
Grit and a gem see fate's flight's assured.
Wit connects piece plates with wiser words.
A drifter dents ways as drivers swerve.
Dinner's set on plates as the dryer churns.
Stick with, kept in place, for fine or worse.
Hire Wyatt Earp,
have miners search,
though you'll never find a kinder smirk shinier than this striker fire burn.
