Robert Beckerman Poems

It was all spinning but here I am
Sprawled across your lilac sheets
Eyes closed sipping warm Puerto Rican rum
Shy and drunk
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Leaps into the New World
Our steps are nothing special
Just an ode to tradition
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I met death last night
In a small white bedroom she laid
I met death for the first time
Frightened, though the blessing of youth was upon me
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For my brother I will not meet
End your curiosity if you can
Our worlds are great distances apart
Let us take refuge in our desolate sky
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Sun return
To your coastal abyss
The night is now of interest
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You came all this way.

Taking the route those before you did.
You came all this way to us.
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