Lawrence Beck Poems
- Stuck It's rained for days. The river's up And running fast....
- King Kong How did I become the monster? You're the one Who ...
- Shift Change The cicadas have come after seventeen ...
- Was A Cowboy The truth was what I thought it was. (Whenever ...
- Reconciling The Internal And E... I'm going to go up to ...
- My Requests You know all the cliches of erosion. Hills go ...
- North Fork Miles west of Ellensburg, the north fork Of a ...
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Miles west of Ellensburg, the north fork
Of a river, named Teanaway, goes
Burbling across brown-colored,
Mossy rocks. A meadow spreads
On either side. I've not been there
For fifty years. I'd go back now
To feel the sun, to hear the sound
Of water flowing, willows rising
Overhead, but I won't return
By myself. I'll wait until she
Reappears, and says she'll come