Dynamo

I'll sleep. Why not? It's hard to imagine
Any alternative thing to do. The drugs
Have been good. The small jobs are
Finished. There's still too much snow
On the ground to go out. Though the sun's
Shining brightly, the air isn't warm,
And the virus runs rampant, I have no
Friends, so a trip to a lounge is lousy
Idea. TV is sickening. I don't read
Books. I can choose to keep watching
Icicles melt from this chair in the sunlight,
Or close my eyes. The latter sounds
Better to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-27 at 21:51

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