Little Things In The Morning Poem by RIC BASTASA

a blue fan,
whirling blue hands
a three some

it is cold
and they simply
wait

an orange glass vase
a red tulip solo
with the green leaves
pointed
like a sword
of a knight

some pearls
hang there

a daffodil with
long stalks
still uncut to
the desired size

some roots
growing at the
tips of an old
vine clinging
by my window

a ray of light
touching a
jade princess
that the bride
and groom
gifted me
three days ago

a bonsai beside
the blue fan
some dusts
and here i am
trying to bite
them all again.