A Lonely House......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the house that
i constantly see
is this: chairs painted
blue, the iron gate
still in blue,
the floor tiles from
morocco, all bluish,
the walls all white,
a marble fountain
with a rusty water,
unwatered flowers,
dusty sala sets,
kitchen without smoke
coming out from
the chimney.

an old couple lives
there without children.
an old maid serves
as servant who could
not wake up early
anymore to cook
the rice and fry the
egg.

it is such a lonely
house but no one cares.
To each his own
loneliness too in this
old village where kids
do not exist anymore.