Seeing Things

Spring has come. The weather's lovely.
Nonetheless, the day would be more pleasant
If you were with me. I see us sitting on
The porch and babbling as we do when
We're together. Then I glumly note that I am
On this porch alone and silent. There's
A decent wind, which might lead me
To fly a kite if you were here. I see us
Laughing, running down a nearby hillside,
Stumbling on unnoticed gullies, groaning
As our battered kite comes crashing down
To earth again, but I have neither string
Nor kite, nor will to raise one by myself.
I sit, imagining what's not. This really is
A splendid day. It's too bad you're
Not here.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-06 at 20:13

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