If You Wouldn't Mind

Put a coin in my mouth. Maybe I'll sing
For you. Tell me the news has been
Canceled. I'll dance. Take my hand
And the rest of me down to the edge
Of the river to find out if it's still too
Cold to wade barefoot, the mud going
Between our toes. I confess I don't need
You to lighten my burden. I don't carry
Anything, but I've a cloud that hangs
Low just above me, and has my whole
Life. Be my fan, and blow it toward
Kansas or Iowa. I'll do whatever
You want.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-24 at 19:55

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