Vamos a Mexico

This lurching back and forth from
Black to gray, the hours lugging
Freight, the wind across the empty
Fields, and we, cocooned in
Layered clothes, have gotten very
Tiresome. Let's borrow money,
Dear, and go, and strip to idle
On a beach. Let's cheer the searing
Morning sky and plants with
Leaves and wild blossoms,
Tiled floors, and fish at breakfast,
Wine with lunch and us restored
Enough to look beyond these months
Of winter and these endless days
Of being doomed to lurching
Back and forth.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-20 at 17:28

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