Who'll never read it.

For Maria

What if I'd seen you first on sand, beside a tide pool
On a beach, the ocean's waves at work behind you,
Sun upon your scarlet hair? I'd have thought your
Beauty there was but an element of all the other
Beauty I was seeing, something my eyes might possess,
But not a thing to take with me, not a thing which could
Be taken. That is how I see you here, among the shelves
Of shit we fill each morning from the trucks which come,
A treasure in the oddest place. Alas, still one which
Can't be taken, even if I only hoped to bring you
To a beach.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-11 at 00:22

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A beautiful poem ooozing vitality. Love it

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Strong words & emotions.