The Nicest Theme
What’s is the nicest theme to write about?
Girls with blue dresses coming out of the red car
Without panties
The cooperative wind
The onlookers
In their wildest dreams
The excitement of having to see
Reds and blues
And blacks
White too. Shades. Grays and pastels.
Nuns praying the rosary. Priests getting out
Of their habits.
We read a lot. Anything. Magazines.
Comic books. Serious novels. Nice themes.
All about them. Their getting out into the open.
Their darkest hours. Those empty rooms.
Cloud nine. Thirteenth floor.
Whatever.
There is also the nicest thing about
Myself.
Not arrogance. Not self-pity either.
Not the usual secrets. Motels and hideaways.
Islands with white sands. Or having to fly
Kites in the rain.
There is something nice about myself.
But I know you will not like to hear about it.
I am not telling. I am not writing.
There are images. In-between. There is this
Murky river. A painting with nothing but a river.
Think seriously. I am there with you.
I know, you won’t say something.
It is not over yet. But it is not worth any sense.
Forget about it. Let’s move on.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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