"The Truth is of no Interest to Me"
She said she saw me from the air, alone, afloat
In my backyard, as her flight home from
Cincinnati neared the ground in Omaha.
She thought I looked relaxed, at peace,
And, after days of fractious meetings, tensions,
Lists of tasks undone, she begged me not
To say I wasn't. “Lie if you were agitated.
Help sustain my dream.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2022-06-12 at 23:51




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