I
live on a sandbar
And
expect someday,
The
ocean will wash
Me
out to sea.
Till
then I write.
I
write poetry, but wish
I
could write a good joke.
Did
you hear the one
About
a priest and a rabbi
Meet
in a bar…that’s as far as I get.
When
I was a kid,
My
parents never told me
Not
to write poetry,
So
I’ve been at it
For
50 years.
Now
that I’m older,
I
can’t decide
If
I’m turning into
My
mother or my father.
One
was water, the other land.
It
doesn’t matter.
I
keep writing, waiting for the big one
When
the bay meets the ocean
And
sweeps me and my poetry
Out
to sea.
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