Tell It To The Marines.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

he invited her for coffee
at the boulevard
she declined saying she is
meeting a friend
at the plaza

they used to make love
in the park
when evenings came
when the moon was full
when the grasses were green
when the weather was cold

it is obvious now clear as glass
his coffee is cold
and without her the boulevard
has become lonelier as ever

he had this philosophy somehow
in love there is no compulsion
but freedom
and he admits that from now on
she is with another one

she sets her free like a bird from
his hands
well, if she comes back
and makes promises again
he would say, 'tell it to the marine! '