Frances 6

at the end of the day what thoughts shall i keep

what thoughts shall i discard

what to forget what to remember

at the end of the day when we see each other again

dine together on this carved dining table

and steady mahogany chairs

sleep together in bed on thick blankets and soft pillows

then you lower the mosquito nets

we are both feeling buried

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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