Foreseeing Poem by RIC BASTASA
Foreseeing
the time has come
for the wilting of the flowers
the drought
the drying up of our rivers
the proliferation of dust
the death of a friend
the season for funerals
as we pretend day by day
that everything is still all right
that poetry still works
we have foreseen all these
i am prepared
like a fish hibernating
inside a cracking mud
i have foreseen
too the coming
of another beginning
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