A Big Shit

someone called me to come out from the door
and i look outside and no one was there
somehow i must be dreaming
to see this woman wearing an orange shirt
in tight black jeans
biking on the cemented road of this town
beside this old house

her pair of sunglasses in deep black shade
covers her eyes
and she looks at me like she is one giant
dragonfly
she passed by like a soft breeze from the sea
leaving me the blasting sense of
aghast

i still have to learn more about disgust
like some eyes hiding, looking at you and then
leave you as though you are a big
shit.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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