RIC BASTASA


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.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010



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