Somewhere in Puglia

The old men drink espresso in the bistro
Almost on the bay. The weather's warmed.
They stay inside. They argue as they read
The news. The owner's wife brings them
New glasses. Younger people come and go.
Outside, the seagulls cry for nothing, which
Is what you'll find down here. No one believes
That things should change, and that is why
I dropped my bags. The world without seems
Bent on dying. This place may be saved.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-23 at 00:53

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