When You Do

 

The visitors keep coming

Night after night,

The Middle Eastern fellows,

Jack the Flying Snake and

His Oriental martial artists,

Partially clad beauties

Breaking though hues

And colors that rainbows

Only dream about,

It’s all cozy and friendly

Though never spoken

Everyone knows things

Are all right,

Yes, the wild ones,

From blue dragon flies

To cats big and small

Some nights I swear

It’s the Ark’s night out,

Of course you still stop

By on occasion,

I have not yet figured

Out why,

But it’s always lovely

And wonderful

When you do.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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