Parallel Lives

The sun has come. A cat lolls in it.
Birds are scolding overhead. It doesn't
Care. I'm in a rocker inside, also in
The sun. I plan to go outside and loll
There soon. No birds will scold,
But my wife will. I probably won't care.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-30 at 16:42

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