On Independence Day

I can say I'll go. I won't. You know that.
I can dream of places I would rather be,
But I am here, and, as the humid heat
Creates these rivers running out of me,
The last of my ambitions flow. They'll
Find the sea and someone else, but I
Will eddy, like a leaf. I came from
Somewhere once, but, now, I'm doomed,
It seems, to circle you, a stone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-04 at 14:20

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