Persistence

The day is finished. Sundry indignities linger,
But cocktails provide relief. The temperature's
Fallen. The news cycle's done. Politicians
Are out of their chambers. Newscasters,
Likewise, have fled from their studios. No
One can needle me, fill me with rage
And revulsion. I watch, instead of TV,
A tractor move slowly across a field,
And I lean, like an athlete, into the confusion
Which comes with the cocktails, which
Come without end, and the end of this day,
Due a few hours hence, is a prospect I
Welcome. If I must persist, I am pleased
To have outlived the light.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-03 at 02:15

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