One For The Road...

one for the road
that is the last thing

and i had it
one for the road before saying

good night to my friends
who must leave me

because i have decided that i
do not belong
to them or
their causes anymore

there will be no deaths between us
we part

now i must plunge
into the river

of my own doing my own making
the water is in my mind

moss grow on my head
fish start swimming in my brain

there are turtles in my tummy
carrying my own houses

to my long journey.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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