The Luxury Of Privacy Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many things should have been given away
so many words could have been written
so many secrets should have been thrown away

many friends are waiting
some people that you have not met for once keep on expecting
the walls are there waiting for your hidden words
ears are adrift with their wings folded and ready to fly

your grief is girdled
and you sorrow is a cool man
smoking its way to the labyrinths of living

your bliss explodes
happiness too can grow like weeds that neighbors want uprooted

privacy is a treasure
and so you keep all these things to yourself
by all intents

your house is having a gate locked
glass windows are not see through
and you have no stone to throw to the other house
which is made of glass too

privacy is a luxury
and you enjoy it to the most
like a cowboy sipping tequila

enjoying how soft orange can a sunset be