Before it RainsThe light's dramatic now. The sun's just up
In the east, and dark clouds move in from
The west. I suppose that it will rain again.
I don't know why I've thought of you.
You're almost microscopic now, someone
I see off in the distance from behind
Two times a week. We never speak.
You do your best to make sure you don't
Look at me, and I have gotten fairly
Good at seeing you as one of those
I know, but do not care about...except
At unexpected moments, maybe prompted
By this light, when what I had and what
I've lost comes back to me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-04-16 at 14:52
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