Sailing The Sea Of Love
and so tired of the weepy willows,
ironic about the daily news of love
abandoned, lovers abscond,
about a love lost, lover betrayed,
you heave a sigh and for once
agree with your feet to stroll the
shores of love: the hermit
crabs finally exchanging
shells for love beds, the worms
giggling for new partners
setting aside hermaproditic
decisions, the seagulls mating
on air and on top of the roofs
of boats moving out to sea
wave after wave of love
you sail out to sea all alone still
wishing that on the other island
you shall meet your best find.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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