Out My Backdoor
My little brown brook of brackish water babbles continually, though in doing so it knows it’ll never become purely pure.
It truly knows no shame. And as long as I don’t partake in its polluted in-edibles, I find no shame in letting its running off at the mouth lull me into sweet day dreaming.
Run off little brown brook, run off and past the fence; for it matters not if anyone catches up to your swampland. I’ll always be your friend.
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012