To A Friend Long Buried By Time.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

(1)

one night
the four feet of the bed
moaned

it was something
that we were
crazy
all about the bed
and its
moaning feet

(2)

the years flew
away
with four wings

things change
houses demolished

new waves of people
come
hordes left

rivers change course
buildings rise

fields turn into
footballs
cars rust
highways widen
into gulfs

(3)

one day
we meet

our memories
rush
strong as muscles
of
healthy men

we remember
the moans of the four feet of
the bed

we remember
the song of the night
each note
like the beating of our
long lonely
hearts

(4)

we try to savor once
more
what was tasty to the
buds of
of our tongues

yet our arms are no longer
ours
our heads are full
of present
worries

(5)

we meet and then we say
tiny little things

they are designed to be
discarded and then
be
intentionally forgotten

it will do us good
we must suppose.