Inside A Crowded Room

inside a crowded room
are litters
waste papers, mongol pencils
on the floor,
crumpled sheets of bond paper
paper glasses, and used plastic spoons
a chicken bone
dried catchup and
morsels of bread that the ants
start to take away

light has entered the slits
of the walls
this early morning
it is humid and dark
and i am bringing this white
porcelain vase
put it some water
not filling it to the brim

i have this red rose
that i pick from the garden
i put it there
i open the window

what is it? my friend
i let delight enter the crowded room
and i want it to stay there for a while.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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