Mixing Time Your Way Poem by RIC BASTASA

so, on most of the days
you teach literature
and you said you love it
you never worked
at all,
and then on some peculiar days
you spend your body
spread on a much
needed solitude
that boulevard,
there are days you go
brisk on
a real estate business
you've got to make money sometimes
lest you can't survive
these harsh times,
and then you are back to what
you are
a poetess mixing time
taxes, teaching, real properties
solitude
sitting on a chair facing the sea
scribbling
reminiscing