My Cousin Is A Poetess.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

my cousin is
a poetess,

she sells ice cream
during the cold season,
and hot coffee during
the peak of summer.

she knows whom i am
referring to.
and she feels great.

candidly she faces me,
saying,
there is beauty in
hardheadedness,
wisdom in reverses,
there is still reason
in passion,
and by all means, this
kind of irrelevance is
world changing.

to dance without the music,
to speak in silence,
to love amidst hate,
to just move on even if
everything is this world
is falling.