The Empty Yard Is Waiting For All Of Us... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Empty Yard Is Waiting For All Of Us...



all those tiny birds
all the lost cats and
homeless dogs and this
early morning an
abandoned puppy, come,
come, have your good
time in the empty yard
that my dead ancestors
left for me and those
that rest before the
night comes in mournful
embellishments of fading,

come, come to this place
of silence and solitude,

where i too, sit, and
continue on this ponder.

Friday, May 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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