I Always Like It Cool
simmering, gliding, and
sliding, these kinds of figures
of white herons, and
hawks, and
even gray fish on stones
beneath the
shallow sea
amaze me, i am silenced
by their beauty, and
trying to write about
them is always a disappointment
reading the lines
i am at a loss, i am less of what you
are, and my literary journey
has not even
begun
at any rate, it
really depends on how i see it
and how you see
it too, i like just being what i am
and that is the biggest
win.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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