Chinook

Say only that the day is done, then pour
A drink. I've poured my own, and join
Me here upon the porch, within the
Shade, and cancel all the plans you've
Made. The day is done. Each step
Ahead, when one is old, is offset
By a backward one. We do not progress
Anymore. At best, we stay in place
The way that spawning salmon seem
To do: we swim upstream from youth
And oceans, battered by the river's
Rocks, and then we choose our place
To die, a pool, a porch, somewhere
In shade, a drink in hand, a
Realization: what we do, and what
We've done are meaningless. I see
Your wounds. I say we've spawned.
We've done our duty. Pour yourself
A drink.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-07-31 at 00:41

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