The Boy.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the boy has turned
into a man
on his shoulders still rest
the scruples
the unforgotten twists
of his mouth
those moments when his jaw
stiffened

i remember what he said
that boy has fathered him
into the man that he is
now,

those little things like marbles
rolling inside the bowl
of his brains

he can hears sounds
which no longer exist,
he can see those smiles
long gone
like mirage to the vast desert
of this past