Teazhy's Pen

The flip flap of my grey coat        Mandy sewed for me years ago  escorts me to the region of the summer stars        O'ers the thuds and thumps              Of broken canoes  fluctuating between the tides        no footprints were left  for me to find by the riverside.  I walk in the wind  In coat of thousand colors  canoeing through life we had some good times            Didn't we?  we shot our shots         before dusk  O'ers the thuds and thumps                 of broken canoes  fluctuating between the tides the scornful laughter                and the tickles   babble now on     shallow river of                  memories. Walking in t...