RIC S. BASTASA


A Need For A New House....Or Home... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

early morning
when the doors are still closed and the windows still tipsy
like the whole house

you fly away

the sun comes out with the clouds
early morning you fly away
away from it all

the clouds are floors and grasses
and you are a lonely bird among a flock of chairs

early morning you fly away
thinking about nothing

you fly away and you feel like a leaf inside
that gentle beast

it is a ride-awA Need For A New House....Or Home...ay
among the paradoxes of life
and its ironies

early morning there is this flight that takes you to a stop-over
of your life

no one knows that you are grieving
over a search for what you feel

the one you had which you lost
intentionally

among the flock of chairs landing early morning
on unstable floors

early morning you take a cab
you choose still

which house

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, February 27, 2012


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