A Warning

“Move far from the creek, and you'll die,”
The old woman told me. Smoking a pipe
And weaving a basket, she added, “You'll
Take all the earth with you, too.” I left her.
I drove to my home in a city not near any
Creek, and I ordered a pizza. It came in a box
Made of wood from a forest. It came made
Of things carried from far away, and, in
Eating it, I could detect myself dying, the rest
Of the world with me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-21 at 22:05

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