Aura 9 Poem by RIC BASTASA

In the seminary
the Prefect
saw to it that we
become buddies of
the faith

in the university
we were put in the
same class
and we had only one
book for both
of us

it wasn't easy of
course
how i hated his guts
and how he disliked mine

he asked me why
and i told him ' how would
i know? '

and he fell silent
knowing that he felt
the same for me

and when we both left
the seminary
we really felt so
dumb and free.