Merciful Poppy

This seems so welcome and familiar, as if
Half a century of grime has been lathered away,
As if my mind had not gone dark. What I am
Seeing pleases me. I doubt it would somebody
Else. It's rained. The sky is low and gray.
The ground is wet, the slopes below me striped
With tiny rivulets. The grass is brown. The trees
Are leafless. I remember making use of countless
Days like this when I was young. I didn't mind
The rain. I sloshed through sodden leaves out
In the forest, saw such good in things, in tiny
Things, like snails and rocks. I hadn't yet learned
How to dread, a life so welcome and familiar,
Brought back to me, briefly, by a pill.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-19 at 18:48

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