Cheers

Daylight savings time is done, so night's become the same as evening.
We eat dinner after dark. The air is cool. It's rained. What was
The lawn's become a sea of leaves. The earth, in flannel gown
And cap, is supine, wriggling, set to sleep, and I, obliged to work
At four, likewise, intend to go to bed, but I'm not keen on tossing
In it. Thus, for now, I drink.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2024-11-14 at 00:58

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