The boaters who pass by the canal
are friendly and cordial
like good Southerners
I love sitting out on the pier practicing my Japanese
suiei,
oyogu,
mizu,
and they paddle lazily by
hardly making noise
wave
smile
good evening, Miss
The wind from the ocean
shoos away the the mosquitoes
I almost feel bad
people from these parts are so sweet
I'd don't quite fit in
but they don't mind it
No one lives here
All the homes are rented
there's a silent understanding
that we are all vacationers.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
The boaters who pass by the canal
are friendly and cordial
like good Southerners
I love sitting out on the pier practicing my Japanese
suiei,
oyogu,
mizu,
and they paddle lazily by
hardly making noise
wave
smile
good evening, Miss
The wind from the ocean
shoos away the the mosquitoes
I almost feel bad
people from these parts are so sweet
I'd don't quite fit in
but they don't mind it
No one lives here
All the homes are rented
there's a silent understanding
that we are all vacationers.
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