We No Longer Have Cookies This Time. - Poem by RIC BASTASA

that capacity to
not agree but still
tolerate a
discussion which
gives you that feeling
that something's wrong
but just the same you
continue sitting on
that chair fronting
his as both of you from
time to time
sip hot coffee, black
and strong
to make both of you
wake up for another
acceptable bitterness

Life is always a taxi
that you have to take.
You pay every for every
ride. Every meter is

Still waiting for the
spectacular, as you watch
beyond this glass which
keeps the silence decent.

now we like it as always
hot and bitter.
black and will always be

we no longer have cookies
this time.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016

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