Open, Please

The sky's absurdly beautiful, a dentist's office
Pastel smear of pink and orange behind dramatic
Branches of some leafless trees. Inside,
The microwave is moaning. Otherwise, there
Is no sound. This evening, then, could be called
Perfect if you weren't far off with him, but, since
You are, it's only okay, like a dentist's chair.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-07 at 02:01

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carolo The PoetBay support member heart!
how do you feel today? I am okay
2022-01-07