Nothing..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Nothing.....



recklessly
i hit my glass of
water with the
hand of the
jacket that i
am wearing as
i am leaving
and you shall
hear the sound
of glass shattering
into pieces on
the porcelain floor.

and i tell you,
go back to bed,
it is nothing.

i will meet the
sun at six and
walk the earth
till seven.

Saturday, November 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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