Inspired by Elle's delightful Token Lives
From across the sea. I hear the sounds
Of others' voices, subway rumbles, echoed
Off of grimy, tiled stairway walls. I know
She's on a shadowed street. She's said
She needs to buy some milk, and clacks,
In her ungainly shoes, across a plaza's
Cobblestones. She asks, “How is
America?” “It's big and stark and
Antisocial.” Maybe I'm describing me.
She says she wishes I was there, and
I say I was wrong to leave. Then,
Suddenly, the phone is dead, but
Still, somehow, I see.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2013-09-29 at 14:02
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Sound as Sight
I know exactly what she's doing, see itFrom across the sea. I hear the sounds
Of others' voices, subway rumbles, echoed
Off of grimy, tiled stairway walls. I know
She's on a shadowed street. She's said
She needs to buy some milk, and clacks,
In her ungainly shoes, across a plaza's
Cobblestones. She asks, “How is
America?” “It's big and stark and
Antisocial.” Maybe I'm describing me.
She says she wishes I was there, and
I say I was wrong to leave. Then,
Suddenly, the phone is dead, but
Still, somehow, I see.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 19 times
Written on 2013-09-29 at 14:02
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