Two TacosA Poem by Summer EmswilerBe kind.I drove forty-five minutes No traffic To get to college. I used to stop by a little hole in the wall Mexican place And get two tacos. By the time I got to main street There would be so many hungry souls. I didn't make much. But not much is more than nothing. I would ask if they wanted hot sauce. Give them a water bottle. And go on my day. They always knew somehow. I don't know if word got around That I always got two tacos One for me One for you Whoever ‘you’ was that day. © 2021 Summer EmswilerReviews
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StatsAuthorSummer Emswilerhelotes, TXAboutHello! A little about me, I am a broke college student who uses poetry as an outlet. I want to one day own my own little coffee shop but being a barista at a little family-owned coffee shop will d.. more..Writing
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