62266 Poem by RIC BASTASA
62266
after the storm
we see two dead trees drifting on the river
dead trees move in the same direction
always towards the sea
we are on the same river
drifting too with time
we are too light we have set aside our burdens
i am like the black crow flying towards the
blue mountain searching
for what i do not yet know i like
you are the seagull towards the sea
looking for fish that delights you
in your dream
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