She clustered her brown self sailing
in a corner amidst friends,
winds and Liberty smiling like a skewed
but he, only staring, clutching pewter like bars,
foam fetching and returning
and he waiting to touch soil anew.
Aug 7, 2007
Staten Island Ferry
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.