RIC S. BASTASA


A Happening On A Monday Morning


i do not know what happens next.
My heart is palpitating like the wings of a robin against the cage.

i see you leaving wearing a new dress. Your shoes glisten
on the floor. Your bag is silk. Your lips scarlet.

When the last step sounded on the fifth stair I get another glimpse of you.
I am lousy. I break the best plate in the house
as i am trying to wash it with soap and water from the faucet.

I am in hurry too. I do not collect broken pieces for now.

I am wearing my new shirt, a blue tie, a leather belt. White pants.
I comb my hair. It will be glossy too, like your shoes against the floor.

I will close the door. I am the last one to leave.
I have given away the dog of the house.

There is no one barking now.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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