It Is Over, And We Made A Fine Start.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

they have done it
discreetly and well,

they begin by traveling in
separate directions

one goes to manila
the other go to Jolo

as one arrives on a
Wednesday
the other leaves on
a Thursday

the hours are hectic
they do not meet at a common hand

that is a start
sort of a practice that soon shall make perfect

they do not sleep in the same bed
for so many reasons

a hundred two hundred
jingling of keys

soon it will be easy and
soon it will be as painless as


we know it
we know how to do it now

we are on the same frame of mind
it is over.