Deus Ex Machina Poem by RIC BASTASA

Deus Ex Machina

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she complains about the storm
last night
for the leaves are making heaps
and this morning
she will be sweeping them

the wind comes and sweeps away
all the leaves towards the pit

awed, she says, because she prays.

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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