Sewer Walking
Jun 9th, 2006 by Ashley
Sewer Walking
You and me, we used to talk
Like a river underground,
the sewer where we used to walk.
The hole at the end empties out to the pier
Where paperboats disappear
Me, I try to send this note,
Float it like a paper boat,
But paper sinks and words are weak.
I try but I don’t speak
Join together in the silent snow
Turn our faces up to see
Not endless night,
but day A pier
And you and me, talking.
by Grace from ((Joan of Arcadia))