Erika
She's somewhere in me, hidden, like a virus.Suddenly, she'll reappear. She did last night.
She showed up on a beach, in flowing
Turquoise garments. Looking almost like
A peacock, she drew herself next to me.
I put my arm around her. She felt thin.
She led me down the beach toward a place
Where I had said I'd hoped to find her,
But I hadn't. She'd returned to be with me,
And I was happy, but she stopped abruptly
At a border line, stepped backward, and I
Tried to warn her not trip upon her clothes.
She looked at me, secure, within me,
Smiled. I awoke.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-11-05 at 00:58
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