All The Bathers Are Wearing Sunglasses Staring At The Sky. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i ask you
how you feel,

you say, it is a house
made of stones.

the portal is too
crowded with stones.

on the window is
a flower, a red one,
with dew

the day is very hot.
all the dwellers go to the
sea.

on the hilltop
the air blows soothingly

the town is feeling
the misery.

thus, the feeling is
the same.

a tiny town, without
dwellers.
a blue sea, and a blowing
wind.

all the bathers are
wearing sunglasses
staring at the sky.