The Lonely Traveler....

time is a swift flyer
and with claws, less feathers
i am sleepless, and then i am
lulled to sleep.

when i wake up that night
everyone is gone away.

the table cloth lies on the floor
dishes remain unwashed on the sink.

a cigarette butt and some ash
the lonely smoke dissolves in the sky.

by RIC BASTASA

Comments (1)

Time is definitely a swift flier. An amazing poem is beautifully crafted.10