Ar 1 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Ar 1

the agreement is that
when he likes you he shall
stand and clap and
bow at you

res ipsa loquitor

he lies there motionless
his face in the ceiling
his hands clasped then hidden
inside his pockets
and being so tired for the
day's endless struggle
he slept

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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