The Poem I Am Looking For..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i always look for a poem to read
to tickle my afternoon boredom.
such is the kind, that makes me
alive, when words are not just words
but images, those that become trees
and clouds, and landscapes, with all
the music and colors and scents of
fresh hay cut by the farmer, petals
of roses in my nose, and sweetness of
dates in my tongue.
and then something becomes real,
the words become horses that i ride
summer house where i stay, beaches
where i lay and bask, and most of all
when the poem becomes you, by my side
giving me warmth and inspiration, in
my afternoon boredom while waiting for
my right time to go back home.