Our Advance Given Gifts Poem by RIC BASTASA

for in truth
our gifts had long been given

the wrappings
torn and thrown away at the backdoor of the house

i have mine
a string of common surprises

and i am enjoying it to the full
there is no need for me
to see what you have gotten
envy is unnecessary

I've seen the way the days of my life
take the life of a door
opening and closing
with a lesser sound

nothing so dramatic
nothing to expect about
explosive expletives
the hinges are cheering

i like it this way
when you are gone somewhere
to that trip of your own
soul searching games

i am alone in the living room
inside a glass wall
borrowing the light from the fields
of greens and yellows

as i read
what new books i have