The Last...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

enough is enough is enough

promises are made
to be broken

enough is enough is enough

however always without finality

words are always words
apart from what is done and undone as
always

looking for the perfect step of
the dance in your mind
looking for the perfect syllable
to a poem of your dreams

looking for the last mark
the last metaphor which is not as always there

the last note for my music
the last flower of your spring.