RIC S. BASTASA


Relaxed Feet On The Table Surface - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

we do not wish to explore more
what life is
we are here we must live it
in daily celebration

i like the sunrise with my feet
comforted by the surface of the table
my shoes are dirty
but i never mind the weeping of the table cloth

i got lemonade on my hand
pancake glazed with pure honey from the farm
the world is standing still
i shy away from silly talk this time


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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