The Minutes Crawl Past

My dear, the hours haven't passed so quickly
As I thought they would, and I'm hard-pressed
To tell you why.  Look at this place, this lovely
Garden, filled with fragrant flowers, lizards
Twitching on their sunny stones.  Our tapas
Lunch was most delightful, and the wine was
Very good, but now our conversation's ebbed.
As I watch you look at your phone,  I'm growing
Restless.  I believe it's time for us to go.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-02 at 16:49

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
And I like it too Lawrence!
2025-12-03


SallyGrey The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a good elegiac poem that to me can be read in two ways.
2025-12-03