Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Just Outside #551
Just Outside Yesterday, a mallard duck flew across the sky and two red-beaked ones just watched it fly. "Too lazy," I guessed, "to even try." Today, an ambulance went whizzing by and a fire truck with siren cries. I pondered, "Where?" I wondered, "Why we never spoke, but hi and bye... and the lady next door just died!" |
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Just Outside #551
Just Outside #551
