Now That I Write With Windows Closed

and thick curtains
hang

morning
and here i am
in
a dark room

still writing
lines that do not tease
and inspire

unwashed face
and sounds of brooms
sweeping outside

and motors shouting
and people's feet

on a sunday
in a market

breakfast
served and waiting

by the housemaid
unspeaking

you write the last line
it is enough

things are meant
to begin again

this day, remove
the curtains
open the windows

take a walk
and think of some reasons

why you must go
why she is gone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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