An Afternoon in the Park with Mrs. R.

I shouldn't be here. Neither should you,
Yet here we are, two wrongs amid a riot
Of a late spring's rights. The roses bloom.
The trees are leaved again, and sway,
And birds, within them, sear the air
With clashing songs. The sky is clear.
The grass is soft, and I would put my
Arm around you, kiss you somewhere
In the shade, and tell you what I know
You know: that I don't want to be
Without you. I'd own up to loving
You, and I believe you'd do the same,
But, here, amid so much that's right,
I guess that would be wrong.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-08 at 00:25

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