Concealing That Nocturnal Existence.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

you realize that there is nothing that you keep
or can

at night a stranger of the house talks about
a departure

you listen as he is putting music to his flute
it is a sad one

it is like the sonorous sound of the rain at night
it is windy

the departure shall be early before the sun comes up
you never sleep

anticipating the excitement of the departure
there are only two of you

before the sun comes up between the two hills
both of you have already dissolve in the distance

blend with the trees, walk on grasses,
there are no traces, the two of you never exist

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012

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