A New Riddle For Me Poem by RIC BASTASA
A New Riddle For Me
i cut the thread
it is the wrong one
i want summer
not winter
i want the sun and
not the moon
i stop sewing
i left the torn one
for a while
i take back the needle
and ask myself: is that really
how hard is it?
i want a window
open till night.
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