A Husky Voice

when waking up signals
the first warning of light

you must rise immediately
and ready your palm to write

what is being told to you
lest, you shall delay and

then forget and then be lost
forever on what should have

been written. Look at you now
crazy over nothing seeing upon

light that comes to you but
makes every remembering as

hazy as a cloud laden day
a river murky, a voice husky

which you cannot really figure out
the source, the meaning,

look at you. How miserable
a dog with a missing bone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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