She Asked Me to Take Her to Colorado

Graceless she is, on these rocks by the river,
A grounded goose, her pole in the water, her
Hook unbaited and in a snag. You laugh at
Her. She seems ready to cry, but this isn't
The whole of the world, cousin. Come to the
City, the part that is hers, and you'll marvel
At how she can fly.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-27 at 15:06

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