A Change Of Plan....

a heavy rain at night
gives us
a sage for morning
it teaches.
this sage of a tunnel of trees.
a bench
in the middle of green
space.

i wake up this morning
destroying all itineraries.
there is something
more to
what i dream of when i am
awake.

i deny this body.
i flower thoughts.

i tend a garden of justifications
life is not a single line along the edge of a clean sheet of paper.

we are supposed to meet today and mend those broken segments.
finally, i send the signal.

Red.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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