A Bread-and-Butter Love Poem

We could walk on the breakwater, I suppose,
Bundled up, hoping to beat the cold.
We could go out for coffee, if there's a cafe
That offers admittance. I'm not very fond
Of beverages cooling in Styrofoam cups.
We could put on our masks and stroll
Through the museum, look over the Eakins
And Homers it has, trying hard not to always
Ask, “What did you say?” with our mouths
Covered up and the marble floor's echo.
We could simply stay here. I'll add wood
To the fire. I really don't care where
The afternoon takes me, so long as I
Go there with you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-12 at 21:01

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