Treasure Island

Alan Reed


Some Days


Some days you go looking for ocean
And what you find is gun smoke
And silver rain
Some days you go looking for sun
And what you find are bitter grapes
And nagging pain

Sometimes you go looking for covered bridges
And what you find is blue lichen
And green parrots
Sometimes you go looking for peace
And what you find is rap music
And angry ferrets

Some days you go looking for friends
And what you find are deaf whales
And muted clowns
Some days you go looking for smiles
And what you find is orange dust
And naked frowns

One day you'll go looking for nothing
And what finds you are loving friends
And hearts that are true
A watering trough
And the gift that is you

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2014

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