Boston At The Public Garden Poem by RIC BASTASA

Boston At The Public Garden



first time for me
to see a squirrel

i tore part of my
earl of sandwich and
gave it

it picked it up with its
hands and began to nibble

here the sun is awake
the wind is too cold for my
chest

we sat on a steel chair
saving words
savoring what was there
on the last day

Sunday, October 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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