Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


Notes From Dante's House Of Metaphors


along the alley
leading to the living room of your house
you put a very
fragile jar

it is empty

i walk casually there upon
your invitation
and i trip upon it

and it rolls away from us

i run to hold it back
not wanting it broken

i catch it and give it back to you
and you smile

we drink to something left
unbroken

we feast on things retained
we choose the flowers that
we have grown in the garden

we keep the silence
of long years still unforgotten

Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 30, 2012

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