Simple Blessing

3 p.m. we sit on a chair
the table has a tray of ripe guavas
four slices of toasted sandwich
two cups of coffee with cream
italian pasta and a nice conversation
lasting for a hour or more
the air from the sea blows and
refreshes our bodies and then
we try your new salad combination:
buco and durian chilled last night.

we gaze upon the passing of 12 years.
nothing changed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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