RIC S. BASTASA


The Door Of The House Of My Ancestors - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

this morning i am
confronted with an old door
of the old house of my
ancestors,

the rust that eats the hinges
finally frees the door
at last!

it was enslaved by the haunting
sounds of the sudden
slam


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010



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