Basil B Rathbone
Right Of Way - Poem by Basil B Rathbone
The weather here seems so alien
Grey white sky, clouds cover
People walking like teapots simmering
Whistling softly stepping on pine needles
Bare tree limbs yelling at the windy sky
Don't push me around don't do me like that
Boughs softly applauding grey squirrels
Small buds on tree limbs waiting till spring
Seabright walk! and coffee shops
When will I see you Steamer's Lane
and a late morning nap two days
at the most, maybe three
Not so much as 'in the scene'
As 'at the scene' with two teen beach girls
Struggling with a fries-be-eiler
'He says you are more natural, hahaha'
But when I throw they say
'That is amayeezing'
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