Walter


I many times cost meet
ladies fancy, kind and sweet
shady like the bush with trees
or shining along sum’ry street
tapping booties winks of smooth
lips that make the men’s heart ooze
fingers kerchiefs fans or at umbrellas
eyeing where to pierce themselves
count the couples that go hazy by the bridges and the bars
him near, a middle and the ocean far
while the city bears a shimmer
of the good-born fly-high lad that win’er
steadily the brooks and waters carry
the seasons flowers bud and bloom
and fragrant blushes drop but never marry