438 Poem by RIC BASTASA

To Choose Between A
Hot Breakfast Ready On The Table
And Finishing Another Poem
I Choose The Breakfast
Together With My Wife

This Poem Can Be Suspended
In Time
And Become Another Unfinished
Act Of Creation
By A Man Wanting To Fill This
World With Poems

After A While
When I Have My Fill And When
I Make Some Nice Conversations With My Wife
And My Dog Beside The Table
Looking At Me
For A Piece Of Fried Pork
When The Sipping Of Coffee Is Over
When I Finally Wipe My
Chin With The Sky Blue Napkin
When I Consider
Eating As Finally Over

As Promised
I Will Come Back Again
And Finish This Poem

And There Is Something
Nice In This
Act Of Creation
You Feel It

It Is Warm Like The Hand Of
A Beautiful Woman
It Is As Hot As Ever
Like This Wanton Desire

Lovely,
As Lovely As You Love Each Letter
Of The Word
Of Your Poetry

I Am Feeling It In The Bone
Of My Soul