Phenomenon..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there must be something that
we take with us
from a night. Not a fist this time.
Perhaps a hand keeping
a thing as fragile as a figurine
of a ballerina from
spain, or an egg of a quail
or could be
a flower, or something that
crumples like powder
a butterfly wing. Not a fist this
time please. Or a sigh. Or
something that pollutes the freshness
of the mind, at dawn, when we try
our hands ready to return what
was taken from one a bright morning.