NaPoWriMo#24 invites us to visit the world of noir by asking us to create a larger-than-life simile. This tasty treat arrived during my daughter’s soccer game. Hope you find it swell.

Caramel close of day
all syrupy and wet.
Wish I could skip this beat
and not keep tracking
the dame with apple slice lips,
ones I’d love to dip
in today’s sunset,
but, ones attached to the
most wanted suspect
on my dance card.
Her ex-squeeze
gave me the dope
on this Dish:
Every Sunday, she
walks Waldorf street
on her way to visit
her dear, sick Auntie.
I’d only get one bite at her,
so I glance, a quick ID,
then give her the pinch.
Too bad there’s a tussle
but you know what they say:
tarter the apple,
tastier the cider.
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“The tarter the apple, the tastier the cider.”
Beverly Lewis





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