Papa's Lone Journey In The Mountain - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010

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