For M

What's done is done, and not regretted
Entirely; it is somewhat so, the present
Having wrecked the past. The child I had
Known forever, daughter of a couple
I would call my closest, oldest friends,
Became a woman out of sight. Her
College poise, her clever chatter,
Cigarettes outside alone, and rums and
Cokes, and, coup de grace, the vision
Of her as a goddess in a tiny bathing
Suit, ashimmer in the rising sun.
I tell you that, then, I was done, and
What was left was machination.
Rum is low; let's go to town, and,
On the way, a turn aside, a quiet
Lot in shade beside a beach to which
No one would go, and she and I
Inside the car, engaged in carnal
Pleasures, such as parents wouldn't
Care to know...But, somehow, they
Did come to know, and, now, we
Smile when we meet, despite her
Parents' coolness toward the two
Of us (though mostly me). What's
Done is done and not regretted,
Not completely so.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-08-04 at 01:47

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