Breaker

amidst the busy day
the hurry and the blurry
of things and events to come

i take a break. Poetry.
Images of sunlight where the sunflower rides

across the window
the sea, a boat, a little boy playing on the shore
a man paddling,
a woman with a hat waiting for the fish

the wind gets in
i smell salt and i feel the coldness.

back to paper work
and reality, a table of folders
names and figures
reasons and justifications
citations

15 years now
more to go till i get 70

how do i get there?
ah, i need sleep,
i will have my siesta.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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