by Philip F De Pinto

In stooping down
I drew fifty false signatures
In the sand - knowing each
of those signatures on a first name basis

Knowing fully well
Those false signatures wouldn't
Last the hour - For soon
Crabs would scurry o'er them

Or the tides
Before the nude beach goers got wind
Or e'er suspected there was a counterfeiter
Among their group - which would explain the tuxedo


Posted on 01/21/2013
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