The Sounds Of My Day - Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is four o' clock in the morning

this computers hums the loudest
the dogs howl on the road seeing strangers pass that early
i can hear the winds of dawnbreak
the engine of the bus
on the highway going to faraway zamboanga
the first trip i suppose

the clock is ticking
the door is clicking

some footsteps
on the road going away from me

they are all
sounds of departure

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

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