The Rain And The Farm... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Rain And The Farm...



i stop after a
morning walk

it is raining and
i take shelter
in the gym of
the old university

i sit on the bench
and watch the rain
and the farm

fog creeps in
and the panoramic
view looks like
a wet chinese
brush painting

the colors
begin to blot
down the frame

i write it here that
i did not cry

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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