Mr. Hoffman

Summer always ends, and when it does,
The beach is his again. He cleans
The cabins one last time, puts up
The shutters, bolts the doors, and looks
Out at the vacant lake. He hears its
Waves slap on the shore and flights
Of geese on their way south. The crowds
Can be amusing and they pay the bills,
But when they've gone, the solitude
And silence, and perhaps the cold,
Combine to put his mind at ease.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-07 at 22:37

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