A Little Talk With A Silly Friend
someone is so unimportant
and so you devote a tinge of time
a splash of a gaze
not making any noise
you make some nods
to acknowledge her
your hands are uneasy
grasping for something to touch
inside your pocket
your feet are wary
there is no way that waiting is significant
there is nothing in here
except a silly talk
your mind has wings and claws
you hover for a while
and then leave
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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