Almost as Before

Reborn on this balcony over the ocean,
Honeymoon two, I grip my chair.
Staggered by all that has come to my
Senses: the smell of the air, the sound
Of the waves and the screeching gulls,
The spray on the rocks, the taste of my
Coffee. I turn to the missus, who's
Lovely inside of her soft, white robe.
“Isn't this wonderful?” She doesn't hear me.
She stares at her lap, and fucks with her
Cellular phone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-13 at 14:59

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