RIC S. BASTASA


Poetics 9... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

beyond this house
where we live
more or less
ten meters away
lies my neighbor's house
painted white
with a blue roof
and magenta windows
some walls are made
of glass

honesty there is peace
among us
who are still on unspeakable
terms

on good fences
higher than ever
we have become
perfect neighbors

there is independence
when fire breaks
we are ready with our own
pails already
filled with stinking water

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2011



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