You call me to walk down harbor pier.
Fair hair of amber grain that waved so sound.
Even without bread, the ducks come around!
Your scrubs do not deter me after work,
It never took away from the cute smirks
Work is so hectic, or is it a bore?
And we speak of the shows we so adore!
Please use my arm to stave off autumn chills,
when the wind makes the harbor water still.
Silence does not bring our time to an end,
sitting here gazing at fouls with a friend
The shine of their feathers much like her hair
And the scent of strawberries in the air
And like ducks we float together out here
YOU ARE READING
Love letters for Nobody
PoetryA collection of love poems written, but never sent. Still waiting for the day that someone finds them and decides they're worth reciting.
