Check Again Tomorrow

Torpor overtakes your bard, who's sprawled out, in his
Swimsuit, on a chair, in shade, in hellish heat, resigned
To being both too hot and pestered by his yapping wife.
The upshot is: today, no poem. Try to entertain yourself,
As I stare at the corn and haze, and dream of my wife
Stopping speaking, being submerged in the pool,
And one more well-chilled beer, which, though, refreshing,
Cannot wrest this bard from stifling lassitude.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-20 at 22:13

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