Slowly Like A Lull In The Hammock Poem by RIC BASTASA

you think it is easy?
no it is not

all the years come rushing
and you choose which to pick
like a flower in those
old fields

it is written
in a few seconds perhaps
but

i tell you and i must tell you
again
the years are too many
the nights are too long

the flowers of evil
are a bunch
a bouquet
in my bed, in my room,
in my patio

i let them rot and dry
and i welcome the winds from all the
corners

it is not easy
it was never easy
keeping them
and dying too

slowly like a lull in the hammock
disconnected from a tree....