For Now, I Gaze PassivelyThe sun's begun to drop with greater urgency.
The far side of the valley grows obscure
In horizontal light. The highway's clogged
With cars of hobby farmers headed home
From work and ersatz toughs on motorbikes.
A few birds bolt from tree to tree, and that
Persistent autumn wind blows through
The branches still with leaves. Where should
I place myself tonight, among them? But to
What degree? I do not farm. I don't affect
The studs and kerchiefs of the masquerading
Thugs. I'm not a bird, a tree or leaf. I'm
Just a creature staring out at things that he
Sees every day, a coyote or a prairie dog
Observing, staying uninvolved. In time,
My appetites will flare, and, when they do,
My view of this tableau may lead me
To look out upon it with a sense of urgency.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-10-18 at 01:20
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