The Morning Chants Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Morning Chants



they are like
cicadas
chirping on the dry
seasons
trying to harmonize
the sadness of
the fallen leaves
every morning
when the winds are dead
when the chimes
are silent
there the chants begin
to fill in the spaces
of this dying town
my heart listens.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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