The Sea
Water and salt, I drink the rivers.
They evaporate and then it rains.
I am an endless sea
That glimmers in the sun
And wells up in my eyes,
But mostly
You can feel my humidity,
As you walk along my sandy tongue.
Water and salt, I drink the rivers.
They evaporate and then it rains.
I am an endless sea
That glimmers in the sun
And wells up in my eyes,
But mostly
You can feel my humidity,
As you walk along my sandy tongue.
The Pear Tree
The teardrops are sweet
Good and ripe
By the bushel loads
As gently tugging, or rather
Tapping on the heart
Because Autumn is here
With yellow leaves upon the tree
That are dancing in the breeze
And falling just as quickly it seems.
The teardrops are sweet
Good and ripe
By the bushel loads
As gently tugging, or rather
Tapping on the heart
Because Autumn is here
With yellow leaves upon the tree
That are dancing in the breeze
And falling just as quickly it seems.
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Danny P. Barbare lives and grew up in Greenville SC. He started writing in 1981. He has been published in Sojourn, Foliate Oaks, Stray Light, and many other magazines and journals.