On The Pair

I hear the sounds of chatter,
Swaying through the moonlight.
I hear the sounds of 'wanna be'
fisher men casting their rods.

Waiting for the inevitable,
The first catch.
I hear the chatter...
of just one catch Lord
As if they are praying to a higher being
granting them one wish.

I feel the breeze whisking my face
I see the cute couples parading by as thou
they are in a high school introductory
night ball.

I see kids frolicking.
I see me enjoying myself.

by Elton Hazel

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