Romance in the Sculpture Garden

Coarse-featured, possessed of a jaw and teeth
That any hyena'd be happy to have, I chased
Her around the sculpture garden, uttering
Spur-of-the-moment inanities as other women
With more refined forms traded bon mots
With suitors, who they had concluded had suitable
Miens. I didn't care. I was keen for my beast,
Though my zeal began flagging as evening
Approached, and she hadn't spoken to me.
At long l last, I ceased my pursuit, and I sat.
As I thought about calling to be taken home,
She bounded up, smiling, and, still saying nothing,
Offered some raw meat to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-06 at 18:31

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