Lilliwaup

I'm aware that her house is, at most, two hours'
Drive from here. I also know she works from
Home (as all the privileged people do), and I'm
Sure she'd be glad to see me. We'd embrace.
We might go out for lunch, and she would
Flatter me by saying that she likes my poems.
She might even ask me why I do not send them
Anymore. I don't know what I would say.
It doesn't matter. I'll stay here, and I won't tell
Her that I've come. I'll brood beside the frigid
Water, underneath the sullen clouds which own
This place this time of year, and, as I scan
The bay in search of orcas or a diving bird,
I may think of something to write, but, if I do,
I will not send it, will not take it to that woman.
Knowing she'd be glad to see me, but not
Glad enough.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-01 at 16:29

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