RIC S. BASTASA

It is an afternoon
Walk by the Beach

An orange sunset
Follows me Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown Danger

I walk alone
The sea foams
surging from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes

An alternate
Of sand Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps

I am looking
For some Shells of
My past

On a sunset shore
Retracing It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the Other end

River Meets
Sea as I closely watch

The sunset closely guarding.