Crestita Poem by RIC BASTASA

went home one day to her house on the hills
to meet
the love of her heart
for three days she was there
and she was looking for him

her face
unwashed for three days too

and she comes back to the house
sleeps without eating
her eyes swollen
and she does not talk

i will be too silly enough
to ask her
why she arrives late
and leaves the clothes hanging on the clothesline wet under a heavy rain.