The Shape Of Solitude With The Red Ants Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Shape Of Solitude With The Red Ants



it is easy to become
a cloud

a mist and then even be
part of the dust

it is the shape of solitude
assuming the bursting of some past joys

it is this feeling of leaves falling
from a dead tree

silently reaching the dry ground
where the red ants are waiting

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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