I Hope I Am Just Like You

i know
that you will be reading this.

This is thinking about man's capacity to quit.
TO dismiss what he grows inside his heart.

He was talking about the stalk of the fruit.
His end like the sap. The white sap
of the stain of the stalk of the fruit

the banana stalk giving off the
white sap from its stalk
cut off by the sharp bolo
when it ripens

he is talking about the mouth
and the last spit of the saliva

rabid. The dog finally goes off the street
and bites everybody.

I am bitten. And i have no last word to say.
There is no reason to quit.
everything ends. There is such thing as
a natural death.

soon it will come. I am waiting.
I try to tell you that there will be an end to this.
It is obvious. Too obvious. Like sunlight
to my forehead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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