Michael E. Stone: In Dilijan

Do I have anything to say

these days?

Long together and

now apart, gone.

My state so common

that each lives it

yet mine is unique -- it’s mine,

and worthy of  a poem

or like a stye in the eye,

mine and commonplace,

but mine.

I eat

dark red royal basilicum,

regal leaves, kingly flavor,

morosely.

In Dilijan

21-22 September, 2013