one night she reads some of my poems <br />those that speak about leaving <br />images of sunset and dusk <br />a bird flying away from the cage <br />a stone thrown to space like one tennis ball <br />at night <br />something that is gone away <br />for good <br /> <br />she feels each line and well <br />every metaphor she understands <br /> <br />and she asks me if i have something to tell her <br />i smile and like Robert i play nice and then i utter the most <br />philosophical word in the entire history of humanity: <br /> <br />'nothing'<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-night-she-reads-my-poems/
