Papa's Lone Journey In The Mountain Poem by RIC BASTASA
Papa's Lone Journey In The Mountain
and then he writes in his diary: i was alone in the forest
with my horse, i sleep under a big tree watching the full moon
the wind blows from the sea, far, far away, i lit a cigarette, open
a bottle of wine. It feels like i am a fishing boat in the rain, sailing,
asleep in that long and winding river.
and then the rain begins to fall.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing,horse,rain,river,sea,sleep,tree,wind
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