Without A Hitch Poem by RIC BASTASA

sitting on an easy chair
sipping ice cold lemonade

at 9 o'clock in the morning
Christmas air is blowing
my hair

there is nothing to think
about

it is all just gazing
lazily on the surrounding

the ylang-ylang tree has
flowered well

last night the scent spread
inside the room

the ferns are thriving under
the tree

a spider lives there spinning
its web

the mind is emptying and
some images are getting in

i guess this day will be
perfect
just perfectly gliding
without a hitch