That Lonely Spring Back Home

what i can bring you
is good news
it is like a fresh flower
from Beijing
it has a unique promise
that it
will never change
it is beauty and
strangeness
it is this feeling of loss
this tragedy of having to
leave and
be back again
to your senses
when all strange places
are not at all strange
but imbued with
all that sameness of rocks
and cities
and dust and bushes

everywhere you go
there is only you and there is
nothing
no one else
that suffers for you

it is the universality that finally
burdens you
with
i have nowhere to hide
it is the same face again that greets
you where
you left that last step
and you remember
that old feeling
that you want to discard
but here it
rises again
like spring of water
wetting your face
with
its lonesome
squirt

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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