In A Bowl

inside a bowl
sometimes i think
that it is the
only world where
the feasibility
of harmonious living
thrives

it is a small mass
with a personalized
scent

and when you
want it discarded
you simply need
to press
a handle

and then
everything is as clean
as they want it
to be

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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