What I Hate About Reunions

people always keep
recalling my old shape

and they always give
reminders

change your lifestyle
as though telling me

that i must stop writing
poetry and start
jogging the earliest hour
of the morning
which is my only hour
for reflection

ah, work too much work
rushing rushing blood in my veins

the man is right
it is time to slow down a bit
and savor
the scent of the moon
at night

with my beloved.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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