Some Notes To A Friend In Florida Poem by RIC BASTASA

alone in your room
as usual

you turn on the tv
and then you turn it off

you hear the sound of the
wind from the city getting inside your room

you welcome it
no one is alive here

all mosquitoes and cockroaches
have been eliminated by you

there is a sound inside yourself
telling you: when will this stop?

what is it? you ask
it goes back to sleep it is too tired to confront you

this room is only for sleeping
no one has been here for once to make love with you