Inside Your Armpits.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
Inside Your Armpits....
the years that you pour
on that bottle
are many,
accumulating sands,
white,
smooth to the taste of your eyes
sometimes you touch them and you let them slip
you grasp for breath
and so you gently return them back
like robins to their
nest
you contemplate of breaking the hourglass
and then
go away like a stranger
despite
time still stays beside you
inside your
armpits.
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