A Bigger, Better World

Someone else holds her within his arms.
A rubber raft has me in its. I'm on a
Sandpit lake, some hours to the west
Of them. The water's cool. The sun
Is savage. No one else is near, though
I can hear the traffic through the trees.
I stopped because I can't go home.
I float, half chilled, half in the heat.
I close my eyes, and twitch as narrative
And consequence dissolve. She never
Shows up in my dreams. Her
Absence was a tragedy, but time
Has passed. It's now a shame,
And her loss, I think, may be greater.
I'll be fine without her. I am fine
Already, here, adrift, upon an empty
Sandpit lake. He can have her in
His arms, and they can sit in some
Shit subdivision, watching a TV.
I much prefer the raft's embrace,
The giant sky, the searing sun,
The water gently rocking me to sleep.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-06 at 02:12

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