For A Hard-Headed Woman Poem by RIC BASTASA

I AM worried about you
nothing poetic is attached to it
plain worry
like paper with some written words
still running
looking for a certain space
to die

I have given you options
like the openness of the bay as mouth of the sea
like trees running some twigs to grow more leaves
like fledgelings sitting upon a branch and all willing to fly
and negate the need for nests

You do not grab any
You like it that way, and I give up
Surrender to the fact
that It is you who still paves the path
towards your
own niche

Unlike you we do not worry about the color of the paint
and the flowers
We simply do it the way it is usually done
Put the cover
drop, and then when everything is slayed
We go back sweating to our own homes
and force ourselves to accept
and then forget...