The Picture

beside a tree
he talks and confesses
he touched the bark
absorbing energy
from the sap of the living
leaves and the
twigs

it used to be that he was
the dog that barked
the wrong tree
at the time when Cleopatra
was finally set aside
by Caesar

his first life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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