Toiling in Obscurity

Having hopped from stone to stone
Across the creek and back, I bent.
I bowed, but just to empty chairs.
Everyone had gone inside. I caught
My breath and climbed the bank,
And, from one of those chairs, I
Watched the water ripple past
The stones, and laughed. I'd hoped
To hear applause. I hadn't. Still,
I knew what I had done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-17 at 15:31

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