RIC S. BASTASA


***just one thing***


just,
one,
thing,

start with being just
i know what fair is,
sportsmanship,
give me
what is due me
think of me
when i am sad
drink with me
when i am
happy,
be just to me

one, i am one,
and will always be
one with myself,
one with nature,
one with you
just me, this one
nothing less
nothing more,

and for one more thing,
you like flowers
and call them things
their scents, their colors
the way they touch
you on a certain
closeness


and just one thing more,
do not forget

i am still here
writing for you.

Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008
Edited: Sunday, December 14, 2008

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  • Sherri Coulter (9/21/2009 4:00:00 AM)

    I know.and thank you.you seem to me to have so many triangles I dont no from which angle to dangle..but i do love you. (Report) Reply

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