RIC S. BASTASA


A Situationer..... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

he has been writing

he is thinking and then she calls him for dinner

there is a blackout

and she lights a candle so he can see the fumes of steamed rice

the green color of braised morning glory

he is silent and she does not ask

she does not know whether he has been writing a lot

whether he is lost in the maze of his thoughts

she has cooked dinner for him

she calls his name

it is dinner time and that is the most important hour

she trusts him

he is dying

the needed light for the evening did not come

there are no stars outside the window


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011



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