The trouble with Reg is that he sacrifices indulgence for a choice of martyrdom of the spirit offered champagne, he will resort to water when the occasion demands exuberance he will deftly demand little of himself life reclining in a beach chair I make my usual play under a brooding sun I order the lobster from the gaunt waiter ironically to be trusted on gastronomy Reg orders clams a sure move not character building but a solid purchase none-the-less "The birds have flown for winter" I offer "Is that a title or an observation" he quips shelling a clam and feigning an interest in my writing pursuits that have endured an ageless summer in retreat from prominence "For now, merely an observation" I return He smiles reflectively then offers "Then I trust you will fulfil its potential in time" I gather my thoughts as he raises another clam I gaze far off across the bay where the wind and tide toy for dominance
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
The prose comes but the poems are lacking, I have to fix this :)