Fascinating

I understand that my life isn't something
That would interest him. I can't say that
It interests me, but his life, which he finds
Absorbing, and goes on about to me, is
Boring, too. I cannot care about his job,
About the things he sees on his computer,
About all the fools and cripples in his
Family. My altogether pointless life
Leads me to to keep my silence, so as not
To be unkind to him. Alas, said silence
Seems to make him think his life has some
Appeal. It doesn't. As he drones, I gaze
Into the valley. Tractors crisscross barren
Fields. They're raising spreading clouds of dust.
Now and then, a hawk wheels by, and cars
And trucks pass on the highway. I've not
Heard a word he's said, but I don't dare to lead
Him to believe he should repeat himself.
I nod. I watch the tractors move and wish
That he'd go home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-11 at 23:13

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