RIC S. BASTASA

thanks for the poem,
let me extend my sympathy

long live dyslexia!
let the words untangle the meaning

of the world let the world
untangle the meaning of the word

there is nothing there
but pity

a bird sings early this morning by my window
the vine has grown more leaves

the sun comes out between the two breasts of a hill
i take my bath and then

move on to the beauty of the words of the world
the freshness of the air from the sea

to the fulfillment of my lungs
to the lightness of my heart.