RIC S. BASTASA


Hoping For The Uncertain, Groping For The Unpredictable - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

braving the empty space above a field of grass
he walks away carrying nothing
no jug of wine, no cigar
no picture of a loved one
no memories in his mind,

no hope either, nothing to speak about
he brought silence strong as steel
he has his hands shaped like a bowl
like a mouth gaping open to other uncertainties
his only kind of possibilities
unpredictable,

and hence more exciting!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013



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