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On The Verge Of Forgetting

i have mistaken
tuesday for a wednesday

i left my cellphone
on top of the lectern

i bring the wrong book
in class

mistaken Judy anne
for a Van

oh, i forget perhaps
that i am getting into a

fifty-one
wrinkled still in

love,
rusting love

beside me in this
room

is the sea
and i am this iron

wrapped in
white salt

i do not wish to
correct all these

i am prepared
into this forgotten
ness

time shall come
and claim me then

without a trace of
memory

and that will simply
be happiness for me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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