Poem for her 363

Dear Readers,



The Red Berries


They are on a Bush type plant beside the house
They are on the wreath on the tree and in a holly
They are in a plastic tray in your hand
They are on your belly button and next to your ear
They are on the floor where the carpet says Hi
They are on the allover skirt you are wearing today
Thy hands in mine babe that sweet taste on my lips
The sight of the map with the Red Berry logo
We laugh at that one as You designed it and
We have a steady state drip drip income off it
The logo says Hi There you have arrived
Red Berry Diner
Though the owner of Red Berry did not pay us
The customers that Order the Oysters do
One buying of a Full tray Puller and Pluck
There if you see the story in the local weekly
There is a Table I am selling from the shop
You have done the art work on the surfaces
And I took your design and we Made a table
To sell and see if the handy work of just alive
And having a blast just living all our days full
The days don't stop just because we are in bed
They continue while we nap there and snuggle
They all go by drip drip drip drip like a leak
They all just out gassing from a stream or the spring
The Pool table that we own along with 34 others
Down at the senior center in town
We play there for free because We are a nice town
We love things with our eyes and kiss all night long


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.