At Night... Poem by RIC BASTASA

At Night...

the cicadas make music
on the twigs of trees
where dry leaves fall heavily
though there is no wind

they make the dirge
for those who die for the season
the funerals
of silence are at it again
the leaves so light
like souls....

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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