Inside A Glassed Cafe - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

an unknown energy runs through me
and somehow i feel like a bed of pebbles where
recently the rage of water rushes
within me

i feel like a dike
the image of the Suez
coils in my

i am inside a glassed cafe watching the rain
throughout the night

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013

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