memories of Sol
sol, sun, light, brightness, warmth,
parasol, black canopy, above my head
your hands hold
my protection your fingers at the pole's end
sol, cheers, and laughter
and thoughts and greetings of the past
to the uncertainties of the future
sol, sun, light, and then orange and red
and gray and lights out.
it was another declaration
of death, little things you remember
but soon you forget
because the morning with a new sun
as another white orchid blooms by the window
is so beautiful to the pleasure of the eyes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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