Wednesday, April 27, 2011

anecdote # 179 -L

let's swim to the point

heaved my panting self a-sweet-why-did-I-ever-leave-you-shore

she looked at me, then skywards

clucked, we'd better get back; might storm

we both knew it wouldn't
and that it would
work.

mule after carrot
I followed her back.

2 comments:

Marlee said...

This was awesome. Short and sweet and so relatable! You've got a real talent for poetry ;)!

www.marleeindebt.blogspot.com

Pearl said...

thanks Marlee.

I hope so. I've got several chapbooks and two books of it out.