Amazon at Rest

The calling cards, the little mints, the pack
Of cigarettes, the ring of keys beside the
Toppled purse, the coat across the chair,
A note, in lurid purple ink, below the counter,
On the floor, which says, “I'm back!!
I've gone to bed,” resuscitate a rotten
Day. I hang the coat and right the purse,
Pick up the note and put it where it was,
And then I look into the bedroom at the
One who, even sleeping, slays the demons
Which had gathered here when she was
Gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-23 at 14:01

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