I Carry With Me The Scent Of Another Woman..... Poem by RIC BASTASA
I Carry With Me The Scent Of Another Woman.....
in the last
plane ride from the
city
an hour and a half
sleep is unkind
32 thousand feet
up
this thing sails
the clouds
i am thinking
about what is yet
to come
the tree in the house
has no leaves
the twigs are dry
and dying
a white dog waits for
me there
missing me a lot
i only have a bag
of dirty clothes
and stained underwear.
i carry with me
the scent of another
woman.
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