Just This Afternoon

tired the whole day, i stay at the second floor
and lay my body on that
bamboo bed where air is passing through
its plats,
this is a cool mechanism
and i sleep

waking up later, it is already dark
and i hear the sound
of piano music from the other house
of our next door neighbor

it is yann tiersen again on the piano
and i remember this lady you guided the blind man
on such a fast speed like a piano music
on allegro
at the mall, at the center of the mall
where there is so much light
she left him there
wondering: what world is this? who are you?

enough of memories, i go back to you tube
and listen again

it is another yann tiersen, this time
Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

who i am? i ask such a silly question again.
another attempt at a poem
philosophizing...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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