Of Walls And Forests Poem by RIC BASTASA
Of Walls And Forests
now i know why i have this
preference for walls and forests
i have always been deaf and calm
and most of you do not like it.
you keep vigilance for my walls have ears
and so i may not be deaf after all
and my forest is a city
of neon lights and jungle cubicles
there is this height where the moon
hangs itself
there is this crowd where no one knows
the name of whom you meet.
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