Undistinguished

We tried to teach ourselves how to be
Master spies. That didn't work out
Too well. I dropped my dagger and
Stabbed her foot. We flew down to
Mexico, stood on a cliff, but neither
Of us had the nerve to dive. We
Summoned the dead. None of them
Came, and, as time ticked away,
We grew tired of novelty. Now, we
Are old. We are creaky and slow, but
We've come to accept what we are.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-31 at 11:39

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