This would be a good time to say everything's done.
That cannot be true, not for sentient beings,
Nevertheless, let us say that it's so.  The parties
Have ended. The trash has been gathered, dishes
All washed, and the furniture pushed back to where
We prefer it, rather than where seating needs had it
Go.  The summer is ending.  Now evenings are cool,
And one cannot hear children.  They're all back
In school.  The corn and the soybeans are rapidly
Drying, but harvests won't happen until it is fall.
It's as if an odd pause overtakes our existence.
Let's sit and enjoy it.  I'll go get some wine,
We should toast this false sense that we're done.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-06 at 17:46

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A really nice poem, Lawrence. I like the concept of the party ending. I'll raise a small glass of red to your health, your happiness, and the peace of your enjoyable pause.