.... And Then I Fly Away.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not make
writing a big thing

it is just another
routine

an early morning
breathing

breakfast matter
of words in plates and
cups

make it a conversation
between you and another
stranger

do not mind if it does not
reveal any name or address

keep going keep going
let the hands busy on
something

and you will never be lost
and you will never beg

for a bucket of relationships
for another date in the calendar

i breathe, i delete
i put some more what i think is
there

i draw a horse
i put the word wings

and then i fly away....