In My Country

The window of summer
Is now open

And like the eyes
Of newly born babies

They shut for a while
Like a strip tease

Like a dragonfly
Abandoned on the table

How warm summer is
With jubilant calls

It makes a flower turn back
To a fresh petal
a bud

We sit on the grass
And listen to the breeze

To the leaves of some grasses
Sprouting like they are
Very tiny dessert flowers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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