RIC S. BASTASA
The Love Of The Work.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
one who loves his work
like the way one wants to search the truth
never falls short of the excitement of the child
who still wonders
what dragonflies are made of
what if, the head is taken from the tail?
what if all the legs are pulled? what if what is left
is only the broken wing?
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