The Walking Foot Pen, The Spreading Legs Of Paper

and why should the pen keep walking
and the paper keep expanding? why should they
all become human, soft and fragile,
and too accommodating for all these
restlessness of the spirit?
they are our friends, all these poems
they are our circle of acquaintances
passengers all, waiting on the train station
for another transport,
to where? that is the surprise
today.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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