RIC S. BASTASA
What To Really Do? - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
as you go back
looking at the pictures of the past
you are caught
into a choice: whether to stay there
and be frozen
like sepia covered with dust
or to move on like a lizard
which just caught a mosquito with its
and then wait in ambush again
ceiling light bulb.
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