Summer Days Poem by RIC BASTASA

a swimmer on summer days
looks at the sea

it is calm and very
lovable

endearing as the arms of
a woman

if he only knows what is deeper
than what the surface is showing him

his summer days
his beach and orange juices

he should have seen how cruel
are the sharks preying on the small fish
not reaching the fullness
of their existence

the seaweeds as usual are silent
never speaking of the dirty linens in their house

ah, these summer days
bright sun and chase of lovers

inside the cool hut
where love is made again

who cares about the story of predators
who cares about those miserable prey?