Sunday

sundae Sunday
with mommy on the lobby
a boy trying to
get loose
from her hold

a fledgling with untried wings
looks at them
from its mother's nest on a tree
fronting the lobby

the boy looks at it
eye to eye they relate themselves to
fright

by RIC BASTASA

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Truth. A universal truth. Being universal does not cheapen the sentiment. We've all longed for a time, a place, we would like to return to... it's natural for man to want that more perfect place, when life had not scarred us, when dreams were still possible, and emotions shone like stars in the sky pure and elegant.