Bat Out of Hell

Not many planes in the sky yet, but it's barely four
In the morning.  One waits for me at the airport,
I'm sure.  I'm leaving Las Vegas, sitting outside
In the cool morning air, almost seduced by
Subdued desiccation, but not quite.  The hellish
Heat soon will return.  The ugly, dead mountains
Will come into view, and, at once, all the streets
Will be jammed, while the sidewalks will radiate
Not only heat, but the emptiness I've come to hate
In this cold-shouldered town.  I have done the two
Things which I came here to do, showing up
For my mother's birthday festivities.  Ninety years
Old!  Isn't that something?  It's something, I think,
As she stares from her couch.  She can't hear.  She
Won't speak unless somebody foolishly pushes
The button which makes her “recall” an
Event she embellishes each time it's told.  When
There's no one else there, she sits, stupified, gone,
Stroking her cat and watching TV.  Can that be
Called living?  I leave.  It cannot.  I then test
To see how far my own life has shriveled,
Meeting with J.  It's been over a year.  She
Still chirps when she sees me, still tells
Me how much she would like to run off
With me, sometime, to loll on the beach.
I can feel myself warm in response, though
I know in advance what is going to happen.  
I get a nice hug, then she flies off, then
Silence.  The sky's growing lighter.  No
Airplanes fly, still, but the mountains have
Started to glower.  I pack.  I'm leaving Las
Vegas, another poor gambler, who, hopes
Dashed, is glad to go home.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-02 at 13:59

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This instills a feeling of such pathos, Lawrence, that I might be there with you in that 'cool morning air'. My Mother made it to ninety-five years of age, and before her literally final couple of days was like yours, sitting on her chair watching TV. It seems not much of a life, but it pleased her. It is good to be glad to be going home.
A lovely poem, my friend, executed in your illimitable style.