Mendota Heights, One Year Later

I have the same room that I had last year.
I have the same view of monotonous towers
Of mirrored glass, which must pass for
Architectural statements in this dully
Wealthy bedroom town. I have the
Choice, the same I had, of restaurant
Chains to sell me steak, of gaily gaudy
Strip-mall bars in which to nurse my
Grown-up drink as children shout and
Guzzle beer. I have the whole of what
I had, the rental car, the little soaps, the
Empty pool, the paper plopped each
Morning just outside my door, except
The woman who had shared these things
With me, and, doing so, had given them
A charm, which they have lost.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-17 at 13:16

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