Kearney is a small college town in the middle of Nebraska.


Kearney?

I've seen my share of paradises, strolled
The Prado in Madrid, and stood in awe
Below the crypts and statues in Saint
John's in Rome. I've snorkled among
Circus-colored fish and coral in Jamaica,
Skiied at night up in the mountains,
Eaten well on others' dimes in twinkling
Cities on each coast, and now I'm in a
Cheap motel in Kearney, where it's
Just past dawn, and I am looking out
A window, second floor, at someone's
Field, and in again at Ariel, who said
At last she'd slip away to spend a
Weekend here with me. I watch her
Sleep, her red hair tied, her legs tucked
Up, her back exposed. The coffee's
Foul. The room's okay, and Kearney's
Not on any list of places travelers
Should go, but, as I watch that woman
Breathe, I enter paradise.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-28 at 01:56

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