Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Salty Eye's


She eats beef and he sucks on an oyster
when ever they become hungry.

She listens to rock'n roll, he to country
no hound dog's, pick up trucks, honky tonks
things such as these confound me.

Black as the night, bright as the stars
some where some one thinks about you.
It holds two the swing on the porch
brown eye's in the dark how they shine.

What ever she once saw in him,
in her eyes he still sees.
And from the beginning stretched into now
is a pond full of beavers,
building a dam climbing the bank to get out.

Submitted: Thursday, January 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 10, 2014

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