Mangle Bangle Poem by RIC BASTASA

dramatic spans

years and years of waiting
to get exactly what you want
in what you do

you reflect

the need to wait for the return
of a particular quality of light,
in order to proceed

selecting the mood
waiting for the right time to unfold

about your struggles

uncooperative weather
or other alterations in your chosen thoughts,
in your effort to record faithfully
some tracks of history

all very impressive
such excessive literalness
your only aim,
avoiding feelings

early surrealistic images
to recent staccato cityscape
and suave sculptures
and refined poetry

you were never literal
because at the end
you put the last anaphoric word

exactly,
truth is never exact as they always
demand

ultimately words scatter
phrases mumble
intelligible and i perfectly understand

your thirst for
understanding