Perhaps I Should Erect a Knee-High Obelisk

Not someone who suffers from a surfeit
Of ambition, I sit, pleased by tiny victories.
The bills are paid.  The kitchen's clean.
I ordered some more medicine, and spoke
With both an electrician who said that
He'd come to look at wires running to
The driveway pillar an old woman smashed,
And someone down in Florida who's pledged
To ship the truck I bought.  I got two tickets
For my wife and me to fly to Barcelona
Two months hence to meet her sister
(And shake off the spirit-sapping
Atmosphere of the Great Plains).
I have some other things to do,
But, damn it, I think I have earned
The right to pause and take some
Pleasure from this string of real, though
Clearly paltry, victories.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-09 at 18:45

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