A Boatful.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

tell me not about departures
i have had them all

the first time was melodramatic
i even cried in the attic

the second time was a little
more than Hippocratic
someone so critical even said
it was like a sprikitik

then the rest came like falling leaves
making a bigger heap
and all those summers
were hot as i put fire on them

offerings for the gods
in the clouds who had no time
even to peek at those boatload
of waving pods