All Those Dead Stars......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

he met an
accident and he
survived

tonight we
met again and
drank red wine
together along
that old boulevard
of our broken
streams

spontaneity is
one key he said
to love is another
even if not loved

i had taken much
and felt a little bit
drunk in that
usual state of self-denial

and then the repeated
moment came
over and over again
for all those years
he always ended with
the story of those
dead stars....

a moonless night
with some strong winds
from an incoming storm
pursuant to the morning's
forecast.