The Harbor Queen sits right over there. On this night she is empty. It is not so cold as to keep guests from her. But,she is patient and will wait for the sunlight to bring the walkers who want to see the Severn. Unmindful of the bloody skirmish that the catholics made on her shores.
This is part of the town in which i was born. I was born on the street named after Ben. That place is empty now. Empty like a un-pregnant womb wrapped in precious silk. How much does a square inch of that place cost? It matters not, that place is gone and empty.
We never did fit in here. The cobblestones did not resonate with our names. Only the oysters given to a three year old sound our voices back. Glob of horseradish to keep them honest. It must have been a sight to see. That kid sucking down oysters. Mother laughing and glowing.
This is part of the town in which i was born. I was born on the street named after Ben. That place is empty now. Empty like a un-pregnant womb wrapped in precious silk. How much does a square inch of that place cost? It matters not, that place is gone and empty.
We never did fit in here. The cobblestones did not resonate with our names. Only the oysters given to a three year old sound our voices back. Glob of horseradish to keep them honest. It must have been a sight to see. That kid sucking down oysters. Mother laughing and glowing.
