At The Wharf Poem by RIC BASTASA

At The Wharf



a man with a white face towel
half naked
bends on the cemented beam
of the wharf
looking for
canaries
this early cold morning
when the sea
is calm like a white sheet
on the table

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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