Thwarted

I'm off stride, damn it. All I wanted was to slowly
Circle toward her, raptor bent on plucking her,
At some point, from this friendly crowd of
Reassuring workplace faces upward into
Some secluded copse, where we could be
Alone, and, then, I'd tell her how I felt,
But rain has come. My plans are dashed.
The two of us are stranded by ourselves
Beneath a maple tree, and I, deprived of time
To circle, stand and stammer. It's too soon
For me to make my feelings known. She's
Trying not to look at me. I see she's wet
And know she's cold. We'd both be better
Off, I think, if I would hold her, but I won't.
The raptor stares. His prey will bolt, and he
Will fly away from here, his talons empty.
Damn!



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-19 at 01:37

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