All-American Boy

Restless, I stare out the living room window. The river is high.

We've had lots of snow. The fields still are fallow. It's just above

Freezing. The highway's unusually busy for Sunday, people

En route to go view the big game. I poke my computer in search

Of a bar without TVs. There are none, not in this country, a nation

Of loners. I laugh at that thought, as I'm home by myself, and I

Haven't made plans to join any others ahead of the game. One

More anonymous, atomized Yankee, shut in and restless, I'm

Strangely unwilling to alter my miserable state.


Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-11 at 22:15

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