At Last

Sue's hair smells of cigarettes and coconut.
She clings to me as we sit on a city bus,
Among more motivated souls, who have
To be at work today. We're not sure where
We will go. We may weave through the
Market stalls or watch the ships out on
The bay, or eat, or not. It hardly matters.
What we've hungered for the most is time
Together, which we've found, and idle
Talk and cigarettes, and clinging to
Each other through a long and lovely day.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-01 at 14:16

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