Shards

The hygenist's enormous breasts, so nearly mine as she bent down
To clean my adolescent teeth, the neighbor's hidden bamboo grove,
The Big Leaf maples next to rivers, cigarettes behind the school,
And running for the joy of running: shards of a life worth the living
Many years ago.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-26 at 22:22

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IB M The PoetBay support member heart!
This made me smile, the simple joys of youth. They're long gone, but their memory is still there, so their specialness remains, I think.
2025-02-28


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Shards that keep melting in memory; a good neat poem Lawrence.
2025-02-27