Lee, July 5, 1990 by Robert Beveridge

I look out over the field where we made love last night
the hum of the power line and faint sweet smell of cordite in the air
and wonder

          wonder when we will bring
          a child into this world

                    wonder if we can bring
                    a child into this world

                              wonder if we will name
                              that child The World

a patch of dried grass is crushed where our blanket lay
I and the great love of my life and
                                                         for a while
                                                                             the family dog

the juice of our life has seeped into the ground
and if it rains maybe a flesh-colored flower will bloom
a physical reminder to mark the strength of our love
my confidence makes you beautiful in our eyes
I want you again          to come          with me
to that most ancient of worlds
Photo by Tom Fisk on Pexels.com

About the Poet:

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.

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