At 55 Poem by RIC BASTASA

At 55



she sleeps with the
tv on
at 6 o'clock in the morning
in the kitchen the
breakfast is
cold

he walks upstairs
waiting for the sunrise
sparrows are busy
feeding the fledgelings

he sits on a chair
by the veranda overlooking
the sea

there alone.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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