The Last Week of December

No one's here on campus now,
Except the Asian students who
Are too broke to go home.
The falling snow has hushed
The land, and, though I am alone,
I am not lonely. In the dim light
Of my room, I've spent uncounted
Minutes at the window watching
Swirling flakes. That peace on earth
The cards describe has come.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-02 at 17:04

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