Show Me the Human

She shows up, time to time, her head
Just visible, a prairie dog, her home
Somewhere beneath the rubble of
The palace we once built to celebrate
Our love. Said palace crumbled
Years ago, the love having been
Besieged by her mother and by
Guilt, I guess. I never had a place
To go when it collapsed. Perhaps
She also didn't, so her head appears.
She looks at me, but only briefly.
I look back. She's disappeared.
I resolve to duck down and go with
My torch to determine where she's gone,
And to begin to take the blocks,
And to attempt to resurrect the edifice
Which was our love. I need her
To abandon Momma, to choose
To make herself seen outside
The hidey hole she's found.
We can be lovers, even now, if
She can find the courage to be
More a human woman than a
Frightened prairie dog.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-29 at 02:37

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