Same Ending... Poem by RIC BASTASA

stories about the lives
of people
i've read them
throughout the night
after work
i hear no footsteps now
on the road
where this window
faces
the trees are as still
as a picture
of trees in colored
books
it is still the usual
sameness of
things arranged
every day and
night

a dog sits
beside my feet with
my brown socks still on
fitting themselves
on yellow
rubber slippers

it is the same ending
composing a
poem like this one
that you are reading

there is no option to
be unique
or different or
outstanding
so you can notice
what i am
not or what can i
be in the
next few minutes

i have no other ambition
but to take another
sound sleep
tonight and so
we have to part ways
again

it is my night now
as another morning in
you begins
to unfold like an umbrella
that you have to take
because you have
conceived another
rain...

well, rain is a good
beginning

as a sound sleep that
visits a very tired man
makes a good
same ending.