The Third Part: Loose Talk - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

because we have so many things still
to be done,
we have lost our sense of time
the capacity to grow affections
have become nil, in fact, shrinking
like the way the speed of light twice
its speed has shrunk my eyes into
a mongo bean
my heart now a tiny part of a
red pear that hangs itself upon
a very loose talk

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011

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