Three Weeks Hence

I'll be a fair approximation of the rascal I once was
When I'm out of the hospital. In time, this nagging fear
Will ebb. My heart, no longer its own master, will beat
To established rates, and I will, I assume, be able to do
What I've always done. I'll dash across those tile
Floors. I'll heave those bottled water cases into little
Towers in the proper aisle's bottom row, and I will
Single-handedly subdue those weighty shelves
And tables, and, if I find you alone, I'll leer at you.
I'll call you "darling," and I'll search your face, which
I know you will try to keep impassive, for the signs
That you, in fact, are glad this rascal's back.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-08 at 02:08

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A new lease of life. Well expressed.

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is much better! :)