Not Quite Free

Change the scenery; perfect plan.
Rather than moping, maundering,
Platypus-strange, on too-familiar
Tracks, I drive to the west, into
Infinite emptiness, juniper, sage,
And stone, and sky, to the banks
Of the Snake to return to form.
I will be what I was, a man
Alone, companion of no one, no
More, in effect, than a distant
Image, a product of words. I get
Out of my car in the gloom of
The morning, and stare at the
Mountains, and stumble before
I can start to recover by telling
Myself, “she would have liked
It here.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-26 at 15:08

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