Leaving The City Cubicles Poem by RIC BASTASA

it's been quite a time
when i left the cubicles of
the city, when exciting news
comes from the sheets,
and pleasures confined
within the electrical gadgets
of the room,

i am in an island
listening to the band of geese
the trumpet of the conch
the sloshing of the sands
gliding with boats
and dreaming with sea foams

i cover my head with
a straw hat
when the sun is up

at night we gaze in space
figuring the message of
the stars.