Lawrence Beck Poems
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- For Those On Break There's a poem to be fashioned from this ...
- Red-Haired Woman With A Sponge Why does this have to happen ...
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Red-Haired Woman With A Sponge
Why does this have to happen like a metronome?
What's wrong with me? I fall apart. I turn away,
And leave a note which says, 'I'm sorry. I know
I'm not good for you.' A full-grown man, all
False bravado, swinging one way, making jokes,
Then swinging backward, shrinking toward the
Floor, a broken jelly jar. Then she appears and
Cleans the mess. She tells me we still are
All right, and sends me on the upward stroke,
A gentle push, and I'm left thinking, how is she
So strong and stable; what is wrong with me?