...Same Things...... Poem by RIC BASTASA
...Same Things......
if you ask me
how i am
i always refer
you to my
fingers
they have learned
well the
art of touch
the art of speech
without the use of syllables
running slowly into
your spine
you soon shall forget
everything that you
want to remember
if you mind enough
there is bud, and there are
tendrils
it is a beautiful morning
and the sunshine and the tendrils
and the fingers
all refer to the same things
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