Basking Under The Sun On A Sunday Morning
i assure you
there will be changes
it will not always be
rain
not muddy all the time
no frolicking
upon those
dirt
no, i cannot be
wet forever
and
trembling
it is a slow process
this awakening
this change for the better
i am patient
than you think
i do not rush
time is a trick
and treat
this is a safe place
for reckoning
you will not hear any name
but you shall see
what my tomorrow shall
bring
today is my silence
i shall bask my body under the sun
on a Sunday
morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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