I Move Around The Bends
i change my mind
now i move around the bends
wriggle my waist in every curve
hop and hop on the humps
beat the bushes and climb some trees
up there i look on the ground
and see how small things are
how seemingly the clouds have
turned to nothing but mist and air
i change my mind
i go upstairs and view the windows
opening to a path
leading to a beautiful garden
towards the sea
i change my mind
the rules need not be that strict
we make them
i move around now
in circles drunk to repetitions
unwinding relaxing a bit
embracing too kindly
some unknowns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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