When The Mad Boy Hurls A Fist Of Stone At Poem by RIC BASTASA
When The Mad Boy Hurls A Fist Of Stone At
the sparrows fly together like a
big boulder of rock
from the barren rice field to the
other side of the road
and like a big brown blanket
hover on a patch of green bushes
beside a dilapidated house
these little birds are so strong and
i have never seen them splintered like
a window glass shattered when the
mad boy hurls a fist of stone at the center
of its shadow.
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