Dusted Off..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

our rivers dried up
yesterday
we have no fish now
to fry
the air of your presence
have smuggled them all away

we ebbed our pebbles are
ashamed of our dispositions
we have nothing to say now
we let you go we set you free
we stay here waiting for the rain

the rain when it comes
shall kill us all
we do not mind what happens next
this is the map of our life
we do not understand anymore
we are dusted off like you.