POEMS
by Marshall Kimbrough-Warren

OTTERS

I saw two otters swimming in a ditch.
One called the other a son of a...

They got into a fight,
But neither could win.
So they forgave each other,
And continued to swim.

PERSPECTIVES

I saw.
You saw.
We saw. 
They all saw.
Among them all they saw it all,

But no one knew just what they saw.