For Sameen
A half a block from Ellen's house.
He doesn't know how he got there.
He wonders if he went to see her.
If he did, what did she do? He
Wonders if their dying love lays
Lifeless in her doorway now.
He stands. That hurts. He
Runs his fingers through his
Hair and brushes grass blades
From his clothes. He turns
And plods toward his home.
So many questions, none with
Answers. That's all to the good.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-12-21 at 22:28
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A Mystery
He starts awake. He's on a lawnA half a block from Ellen's house.
He doesn't know how he got there.
He wonders if he went to see her.
If he did, what did she do? He
Wonders if their dying love lays
Lifeless in her doorway now.
He stands. That hurts. He
Runs his fingers through his
Hair and brushes grass blades
From his clothes. He turns
And plods toward his home.
So many questions, none with
Answers. That's all to the good.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 77 times
Written on 2016-12-21 at 22:28
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