Lawrence Beck


At Last


Sue's hair smells of cigarettes and coconut.
She clings to me as we sit on a city bus,
Among more motivated souls, who have
To be at work today. We're not sure where
We will go. We may weave through the
Market stalls or watch the ships out on
The bay, or eat, or not. It hardly matters.
What we've hungered for the most is time
Together, which we've found, and idle
Talk and cigarettes, and clinging to
Each other through a long and lovely day.

Submitted: Thursday, May 01, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/2/2014 8:44:00 PM)

    Ah! Those days when the world was our oyster! Nothing to do but being able to do whatever we desired! This is such a great write. Very nice! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (5/1/2014 9:25:00 AM)

    I used to spend long lazy afternoons strolling the city streets, with a sea soaked lover who longed for land. We'd start by riding the train tightly stitched together, staring at the world whisking outside the windows...I am sure my hair held the hint of Marlboro residue, and coconut lime is a signature scent of this girl also called Sue. I hope you still love her as you did then...I know I still have love for my travelling companion. PEACE (Report) Reply

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