Hypothetical

If I had binoculars, maybe I'd see you,
A speck on a field far away in the haze,
And maybe I'd ask myself what you were
Doing: why in a field in a cold autumn
Day? Do you live near it? Is that gray
House by it yours? Your form would be
Moving. You might even speak, but my
Glasses would not let me see your lips
Move. It doesn't matter. I have no
Binoculars. Also, I don't think
You're there.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-25 at 22:43

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