Haley After Work

Where will I go with this lovely young woman?
Where can I go? It's winter. Even the highways
Have turned into sheets of ice. Still, I should
Reach for her hand and lead somewhere,
If only across the parking lot from where we
Are standing, about to drive home. I can't let
Her leave. I look into her face, so beautifully
Brown, so seemingly pleased to be looking
At mine, and waiting to learn where we'll go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-11 at 13:49

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