Coffee Perhaps.......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we get to know each other
first by the hand
extended. The name comes
later. Coffee perhaps or
a burger. Things matter
day one till day five.
we sense a certain commonness
some areas of mutuality.
You have a guitar and i have
a song.
i have a place, you have
something to tell.
i got a bed, you have a blanket.
Then you have hands
and i got tears. Then there is
nothing to talk about.
Where is the song? Oh i forget
the lyrics.
Then life makes no sense.
Everything becomes too light.
You are not my burden
Neither am I
yours.Here we are
back to fog again.
Another is a hill,
some treetops.