Santa Elena

I've come from half a world away, abject.
Look at my resume. I haven't done a god-damned
Thing in all the years I've stalked this earth,
Yet here I am, now halt and wrinkled, hoping
You will see in me what I don't see, what any
Fair accounting would reveal does not exist
In me, and, conned, enchanted, you will hold
Me in the moonlight, here, on this low-budget
Beach, and we, ill-suited to each other, will,
Somehow, devise a way to turn our lives to
Fairly tales, and lay upon this beach's sand,
'Til death do part, and pension checks begin
To bounce, the ones we get from bureaucrats
From half a world away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-22 at 15:20

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