Trying To Really Forget You...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is ten o'clock in the evening
and here i am listening to Beethoven.

i imagine ten goats running on evergreen hills.
stopping for some herbs.

my eyes are hazy, and i am getting numb and
lazy.

piano keys and rats' feet, and this peace
in between

where i insert myself and reflect in a place
where there are no mirrors

a river perhaps, clear and cool and blue skies.
a glass of red wine, no, please, no memory of you.