The Good Men.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

everyday the strangers come
i have always kept the door open
they do not have to knock
for i understand
why they are here and what
they want to do
the dogs do not bark them
the cats come sliding on their feet
the birds comes to rest upon their
shoulders,

they do not open their mouths
their eyes gentle upon the morning light
and like all those memorable and
valuable moments, these men of art and
honor, and passion

they do not stay that long
they come and go and come back again
just like any breeze, any wind any hush
of leaves and husks and filaments of
light and shadows and souls...