I Have Seen Her

i couldn't believe
that what i saw was so abstract
i couldn't see a line delineating
reality from fantasy, not a bee
on that usual flower, there is no
house on the hill, no man on the
beach, not a woman on the train,
the rain is a mere syllable,
the clouds mere unseen air,
not so dramatic as a leaf
falling on a rocky ground,
it does not speak of drought
or a truck crumpling a dried
dung, there is no message what
soever that makes an old man
think about his passage to the
afterlife, there was no cat with
nine lives, no electric chair to
see a dead man walking, and yet
this is the point: it is so popular,
and takes the No.1.

something so fishy,
i decided to take my rod
and try my luck
for that slimy fraud.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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