A Metaphor For Gentle Secrets Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Metaphor For Gentle Secrets



the clothes are washed
and hanged
and dried and ironed
and then
folded neatly inside
the cabinet inside
your room
and then locked.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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