Nicole

It's not a Biblical sort of story. Nothing appeared,
Struck me down, left me blind. Nonetheless,
It would seem there'd been scales on my eyes,
Suddenly, last night, they whirled away.
She was someone I knew, a friend of friend,
Not a person I ever gave very much thought.
Skinny and feckless, unwed teen mother,
Spoiled, and hopping from job to job, when
We met, we'd say “hello,” rarely much more,
But she wanted my help with a paper she'd
Written last week, and I gave it, more or less
Grudgingly. Last night, she rushed up to tell
Me her paper had been well received...
And her smile was radiant. Her face was lovely.
Her hair hung in great waves which crashed
On her shoulders. We talked on the deck as if
Others weren't there, and I promised to call
Her, not at all grudgingly, eyes newly sharpened,
Relieved of their scales. The story's not
Biblical. Still, something's changed,
Something epic and out of the blue.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-28 at 00:45

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