The Old Women Of The Water Village - Poem by RIC BASTASA


they are singing
paddling the boats that we are riding
following the path of a river
that shows us
old houses made of stones

we pass the bridge
where once the famous
Chinese painter
water colors for the


for a fee
we have given them work
we are the tourists and they are

if only we can understand the lyrics
of their old serenade
a la Venice

we could have realized
how stupid we are...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2011

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