Marsh for Miles
Ospreys wait for attack
This is Gods country yes
This is Gods country yes
Sandpipers mingle with the crabs
Stepping on their helmets in June
Diet Pepsi in the fridge of her trailer
The place reeks of a man I never met
She keeps taking from the shore
Justifies it by working some more
Dusk turns and the marsh becomes lawless
Entering the yellow house
Is that a neighbor or something darker?
I can’t tell from the window
Who the misshapen figures are that loom
Darling be kind
If you can’t be kind be smart
And if you can’t be smart take the money and run