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I do remember an exquisite night a couple
Months ago. Then, the weather still was warm.
The leaves were going gold. The river,
Running past that distant town, was
Murmuring beside us as we walked,
And I had murmured, too, into the ears
Of such a lovely woman, more a girl,
Young and sweet, who'd wandered into
View. I brought her to my motel room,
And, in the brilliance of the morning,
Promised her I'd call her soon, and quickly
Would return. I did neither. Now, the
World's cold. The leaves have left the
Trees, and she has called. She murmured
That she'll have a baby in the spring.
She said I said I'd care for her. I stammer,
At a loss for words. I don't remember that.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-05 at 15:12

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