The Gathering Of Hurt People Poem by RIC BASTASA

what we had on the table was
finally consumed
all the ripe ones even the raw ones
were taken
there was silence
one looks beyond the window
finally breaking the silence
saying, look the clouds are coming
laden with rain

ah, the one who was optimistic
hums a song
an offering for the rainbow
that soon he knows
will show again the colors
the promise that
we shall never be destroyed
again

then we all smiled
we have returned to our hopes
our senses open
like petals blooming for another
day....