RIC BASTASA


At Cendet's - Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is early morning
the usual sunshine landing on the violets
then spreading its thin fingers on the tiny leaves
and soon enough a white butterfly hovers
upon its softness
soundless in the air

what beauty is there more than
what i have recently seen than
a uniformed security guard
calling his stray cats for the feeding
of left-over fish

later the cats lick his shiny shoe
and sit beside him
aS friendship resumes from hair to skin

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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