Okay Being Homebound

The river, formerly sullen, colored
Like mud, is alchemist altered,
Molten silver now, thanks to the tip
Of this part of the earth toward the sun.
Trees still are leafless, though fallow
Fields green, and I have a new car,
And the air's growing warmer.
My fantasies of surf and sand,
Mallorca, maybe Acapulco, pale.
Perhaps they've been sun bleached,
And here, this bluff, these god-damned
Plains, blow up, like threatened cats,
To overshadow unreality. I may as
Well find succor on this patio, as
Virus vectors plod Mallorca, Acapulco.
Uninjected, I won't even be allowed
To board a plane. I'll take the axis-
Tip and silver, alchemy and subtle
Greening, a new car, the coming
Season, and stop trying to sustain
Those useless fantasies.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-19 at 10:38

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