A Day In Summer Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps only some of you
knew what really happened

things that we did
at the prime of our youth

the one at the river was not true
neither was the one at the cogon grasses

the rumors were too advanced
and bent like a misshapen twig

perhaps this time you must have known
what joys we shared

picking ripe mangoes on that huge tree
at the foot of the hill

we drove no monkeys away
and no monkeys did give us any bother

the mangoes were too juicy
too ripe for our hands

too fragile for our wantonness
we never brought you any.