A Morning Poetry Ritual Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Morning Poetry Ritual
what comes in
let it enter
i always will
each precious hour in the morning
these are guests
that feed us and not us
feeding them
these are the carriers of bounty
the harbingers of good news
the doors are open
and so are the arms
the hands are ready
the monitor is awake
and then the fingers
start to press the words.
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