Nearly Perfect

The world's gone green, in spite of my darkness.
At odd times, I take in the sunlight which filters
Through ashes and maples, the dew on the lawn,
The small bands of turkeys which wander the
Bluff, the tractor which plows in long lines
In the valley, the robin-egg sky, and the
Merciful quiet, and wish I could share
Them with you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-17 at 14:26

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