Lawrence Beck Poems
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- Sunset On Puget Sound The sun is low above the sharp ...
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Sunset On Puget Sound
The sun is low above the sharp Olympics,
Looming to the west. The sound is full
Of little boats. I see them from a bluff,
A flask-shaped whiskey bottle in my
Hand. The boats must be my former
Loves. The nearest would be Ariel.
Her sails are full. She glides away,
And, farther out, in silhouette, I see
Melissa, Megan, too, and Nancy,
And Michelle and Sasha, even Molly
Churning through the waves beside
The other shore. They all are moving
Out of sight, and, when they've gone,
And when this bottle's empty, I will
Drive alone, not to my home. ...