Six Fifteen In The Evening

got to go
got a class at 6: 30
and it is a long drive
to the university

just read your poem
about this Adonis thing
and the dog barking the wrong tree
and the calming down of
a car travelling on a narrow pathway
which might hit a pole
and there might be trouble

please, poems have nothing
to do with our realities, but just
imaginary gardens with
imaginary toads in them.

gtg.. i will explain later.
there is no volcano erupting

it is just about the universal
angst of the universal man in his
universal brief.

nothing grows nothing dies

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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