Those Raisin Dreams....
remembering those raisins
ah, those dreams long exposed
to the sundry suns
& the
myriad moons
untouched on dreadful days and somersaulting summers
so dry, dark brown, wrinkled,
lacking the gloss
of those
happy days of yore
and yet when tasted are still too sweet
the soul
salivates......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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