Staring Down from the Mantel

Our love's a taxidermied creature now.
It still exists in all its splendor, but it
Doesn't live. It's cold. I have no doubt
That it could come to life again if we
Could be together, but when will that be,
Two months, perhaps, or maybe three?
I see the form. I see your photos. I can
Recollect, in some sense, our delight in
Sharing even mundane things, a visit to
The grocery store, a trip to see a cactus
Garden, but I cannot feel delight. I cradle
Something without warmth,
A taxidermied beast.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-23 at 16:55

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