RIC BASTASA


In The Glasshouse Where You Live... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

you were up there
like my Rapunzel
with that long golden
hair lonely on the
tower

meanwhile i do not
bother doing a jack in
Jill
where there are no hills
and pail

well well well
it is still in the mind
still

this is it
another imagining

in the glass house
where you live
i cannot imagine
stones.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 14, 2017



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