Sunday, March 23, 2008

According to Mr. Lewis,

my grubby, happy hands in
mud, and my insistence
that the pies perpetually be
plopped on the grass,
sloppy and with no straw in them,
and especially my muddy smile there

(beyond the rocks
the tide rushes in
tickles a million multi-colored toes, laughing
just out of earshot)

3 comments:

kschaub said...

national poetry month?!

Paul Cable said...

yeah... just a few days early, I guess :)

jordan buckley said...

Wow, I just saw this, very nice indeed!