Another Aging Opportunity Had Passed - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

early in the morning
i will miss
the first glimpse of

the birds are
filled with fidelity
to sing

leaves are always
dew laden

the white dog wags
its tail to the door
that is opened

the licking of the feet
is one monotonous ritual
but it gives the
boost just the same

life in a box
sequences in routine
like the way
we always make love
mix it sometimes with
prolonged patience
and sound sleep

seemingly the world
goes out
subconscious subterranean
like an underground river
imaging memories
in stalactites and
down far

another year
a little bit bitter
but in sum
sweet, filled with cares
love lavished
ravishing flesh
and bones getting brittle
with sense

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 30, 2011

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