From The Eyes Of The Poetic Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a certain
unique way to see

a carrot sliced with
the silver knife held
by your hand

a glass half its red wine
falling to the floor beneath
the loud music of
the party

remember the hummingbird
sipping nectar from the
marigolds

the way your hand tightened
to mine as we cross this road

the winds carrying dusts
at high noon from the window
of our old house

there is a way at seeing
all these
from the eyes of the poetic.