In Priaise Of Idleness...

i sit on the stair
to see the world
to follow the flight of a bird
and appreciate the beauty of its song
in my imagination

i listen to the rain
observe its heavy downpour

i am passive
i do not run away
to chase a bird

i do not go out the house
and bathe under the rain

i do not destroy the
placement of the grasses on the lawn

i do not cut the stalk of the daisy
and bring it home

i hear the frogs croaking
excited to their games
jumping and swimming
on that greenish pool

i stay on the porch
lean upon a wall
i listen to the wind
i let the hours pass
i do nothing...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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