Window Shopping Poem by RIC BASTASA

Window Shopping



You walk up and down
the stairs

and then look into the
glass windows

you pass from one store
to another

without buying anything
you have the card and

even the money is ready
to buy what you want

but you know the reason
why you are here

you choose just to gaze
purposely to please

yourself for a while and then
perhaps forget

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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