Changed Landscape Poem by RIC BASTASA

the map of
the country is changing

stores close
new roads are constructed

you leave years ago
the people close to you
wave their hands
wishing you luck
in another country

you lost
good luck was not in your side

when you come back
they are no longer there

you do not know the names
of the streets
they change it years back

the children playing softball
in the field
do not bother

a stranger is watching the game
but not cheering

houses fade
rivers become dry

mass housing projects mushroom
you look for the past cafe where

you had coffee with her
it is no longer there

malls crowd
you go into vast window shopping