Islets

The sun's excused itself to let me brood alone
In twilight, wondering why the waters of indifference
Rise with every passing year, submerging much
I cared about. A continent has disappeared.
An archipelago of widely separated cares remains:
My children and my daughter's baby, my wife, who's
Long suffering, my motorcycle, not much more.
The house, the yard, the job, the god-damned
Nation, all are under water. None of them
Means shit to me. I'm old. I hurt. I wouldn't
Be surprised if I keel over soon, but, if you'd
Like to know the truth, my own survival isn't
Among those things which still can be seen
Above the rising tide.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-06 at 00:53

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