A Mountain Trek Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Mountain Trek



summer is idle, as an African tulip falls
gently on the hillside
the place is quite overlooking an old city
the mountains are brown and empty
at night the moon comes out
a gun bursts sometimes and startles the black birds
on the tree alone beside the long
winding river of Bulawan
the black birds scream calling all
the deep ravines.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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