Bouyant
I'm adrift. I ought to be. Look at it rain, but I'm not really
Floating. I'm stuck in the house with my dog and my niece
Sawing logs on the couch. My wife isn't home, and I have
The day off, and it's Sunday, for Christ's sake. What is there
To do? The "news" all is old, and I've already read it. I suppose
I should eat, something heavy, for ballast. Surely no happier
After I've finished, I may cease to be so adrift.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-08-31 at 17:49




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