Committare - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way things are working
with us
when we start to learn how to cease
and be on our own

separate ways
we cut cleanly like how you cut your fingernails
your toes are neat
and my hands are free at last.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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