Back To You Still My Love

all the strange thoughts, i bathe myself with,
feeling the soapiness of the matter and the wetness of all
the newness, i feel clean
about new faces and friends and places
i have never been too,
into all these, fog and mist, and valleys and grass
and winding paths,
all these new, bushes and bamboos
leading me
still to you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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