My Question For You

Need I sing accurately?
So that the notes you want to hear shall mount
Straight up
in your lips
Out of the well of my mouth
At noon to compete with the songs of the yellow flowers
Growing around
The brink of your mind
Capturing the different nuances
The things that
Do not weigh those that are light
Those that
Bounce in the hold of your might....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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