Thirty Years of Marriage Compressed into 13 Lines
We were steadfast at this railing years ago.
A hurricane was hurling mist-capped waves
Against the wall below, but we'd been lovers
Just a week and harbored storms of equal
Strength within us, so we held our ground
And pressed our salty lips together like
A couple painted on the cover of a trashy
Book. Now, there's calm without, within.
She stares a moment at the ocean, puts
Her hand upon my shoulder, turns, and
Sighs through dry and wrinkled lips,
"This place seems so depressing. Why'd
We come here? May we go? "
poem by Lawrence Beck
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