Legal Indirectness... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is a state of
dryness, the sun is not penal and
ex post facto
comes in as a validate guest.

the river bed is as dry as your
lips, the fishes have to hide
like teeth inside your mouth
the gum
is muddy.

someone with a long neck
arrives earlier
and those who arrive later
talk, and they shall be silent
for a moment
guided to the interior of the
house
made of glass and everything
outside is visible

a garden of magnolias
a fountain (of youth as promised)

soon everyone is at home
and then the celebration begins

that is how it is suppose
to end.