
at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.

at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.

something moves
through autumn grass
at water’s edge.

with sun down,
the sky lingers in blue,
then fades to black.
There was a young man from South Korea
who was prone to verbal diarrhea.
“But better that kind
than from the behind,”
Said that fast-talking lad from Korea.
There once was a man from Austria
prone to coffee house nausea.
“Our cafés are held dear,
but I can’t go near…”
said that lonely, skinny man of Austria.