Early Morning Facing A Folder
confronted with a folder
in a dream
i wake up laden with
work in my head
a folder lies there
with a mouth gaping
for justice
who killed innocence?
who buried love?
why are some so cruel
about other people's dreams?
a folder lies in front of me
and then i begin
to open the pages
something must be done
and it has
to start with me
this early morning
on this very day....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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