Lawrence Beck Poems
- Lost The cloud has come again, the prairie fire Smoke, and ...
- Repeater It is better to be in the dark, I suppose, I get ...
- Dry Redhead/Wet Blonde We both know she isn't her. She could...
- Another Pair Of Eyes Or Someth...
- Happy Times! “What of it, then, depression? ” he looks Up at...
- Delicate We have learned to lean against each other ...
- Come Join The Islamic State They sat with you for years. You...
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The cloud has come again, the prairie fire
Smoke, and all is wrapped in darkness.
That is what I see. The pills, it seems,
No longer work. The faint pinpricks
Of light, recalled, unfelt, are far off in
The sky: that precious woman and
Her love, the gently swaying summer
Trees, the voices of the ones who want
Me here as I consider leaving. What
Could be is suffocated, what was,
Ashes from the flames. I'm teary-eyed
And blinded, wanting nothing more
Than to lay down. The prairie fire's
Smoke has come again.