The lovers danced on the water One rippling One smoothing In an endless circle of rough and smooth The pretty one must be the goose, I thought White like a wedding dress Feathers delicate like lace The plain brown one must be the gander I looked for them every day And saw them Until they were gone I was emptier without them My arms propelled me One paddle stroke After another Up miles of green river I rested near a neighb...
Today I discovered that I'd rather get bitten by a parrot then to stand up to a friend.Nancy, Jack, and I were sitting on the front float of the boathouse talking. I stepped inside, to get sweet tea and glasses, and noticed that Jack's large blue macaw was standing on the stairs instead of on his perch. "Cheeko. What are you doing here?" The parrot gave me his cute look. I was guessing that he wanted to be put up on his r...
