Whatever Happens To The Matters Of The Heart
this early morning
whether the egg
is sunny-side up
or scrambled
or plain messy
i do not really care
for i have more things to do
matters to think
complicated problems
within the cubicle
than the matters of the
heart. I told you
i have long given up.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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