Some Images That I Want To Remember

my little brown dog
bringing back
the black stick
that i have thrown
to the yard

the gray gravel
and purple pebbles
scattered
on a pathway
to her garden

the ylang-ylang tree
still blossoming
on this hot
month of november

a parked maroon
pick-up
some leaves
falling on the
hood

glass jalousies
still closed
some dusts
on the computer
keyboard

opening something
closed

and
dusting off
some unwanted
memories

my hands
shall caress the
letters
and i shall start
thinking again

what now?
where to?
and where
and why?

i am empty
and i am now ready
to fill myself again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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