RIC S. BASTASA
Alex - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
alex been away for 8 years
today, i meet him on the road
i am going to the city riding on my car
he is walking along the street under the rain,
i fail to recognize him: his hair all white now
his arms thin out, his body emaciated
his steps are counted, he moves slowly
along the asphalted road in trying
to cross it.
he used to have two wives,
three children out of wedlock
he used to own a house and a farm
he lost all of them
in one wink.
Only God knows why.
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