Mermaid

I dream that I am saving her, the aging
Lifeguard churning through the waves
To where she flails. She's doomed.
The tide has taken her. She's so far
Out she can't survive, but every time
I'm in the water, I grow weary and I
Cramp. I start to drown, and, when I
Wake, I'm on the beach. I see her
Face above me, smiling. Once
Again, she's had to rescue me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-11 at 00:14

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