327 Poem by RIC BASTASA

what is it that the vacuum cleaner
takes from you? dust and dirt and scattered pieces
on the floor
in your room and in your kitchen
from the carpets

and what is that the cotton takes too?
or the sponge? or the rags?
they will take in water, moisture,
and stains
from the walls
and your ears

and what does my heart take from you?
it will take your gaze
your smiles
your breaths and your whispers and your kisses
and your warm memories
it will take even your rivers
your sea
your world your universe
the stars and the moon
even your suns