Stealing Busses
Summer night
Soft sand beach
Watch the moon
Go reach-to-reach
And yet I'd trade
Pure eve like this
For just a chance
To steal your kiss
Exquisite portals
Lush as thine
Are incomplete
If not with mine
Oh, what a crime
Far past compare
Should LIPS as sweet
Refuse to share
So tell them now
To please take heart
They're in good care
While far apart ...
** SECOND PLACE in the "Mid August Standard Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
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