In Idaho

She sleeps as we go speeding past
The sagebrush and the broken rocks,
The Snake appearing here and there.
I'm not quite sure where we are going,
To La Grande, to Ellensburg? Kelowna
Still is far away. I had to leave the plains
At last, to find my final home among
The barren foothills of a western
Mountain range. I'm not sure how
Much time I've got, so yesterday
I packed the car, and drove to her,
And told her that I had to have
Her come with me. We won't be
Be parted anymore. She nodded.
Now she's back awake. She smiles,
And asks me, “Are we there?”
“We are because you're here.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-18 at 16:15

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