"Gypsies, tramps and thieves". We'd hear it from the people of the town. They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come around; and lay their money down. -- Cherilyn Sarkasian LaPier

Friday, July 29, 2011

The Souls Lost at Sea.

I walk the pier.

This is what makes the continents stay at bay.

This is what makes us aliens.

This is what makes the world float.

This is what makes us dive.

This is what makes the sky blue.

This is what makes us drown.

This is what makes the sun sink.

This is what makes us breath the air.

This is what makes the distance between you and me.

And it's just water.

I walk the pier.

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