Walk The Talk - Poem by RIC BASTASA

where do you live?
i ask him

'i live there' he says,

pointing to a far place
it is a greenery, a forest opaque to the mist,
there is a path that leads there
on bare feet, and without any burden
to carry on
your back,

he says he is an honest man
and shall live with it for many years to come

he says he comes from a family of honest genealogy
and he thrives on simple living and word of honor

his face has a very gentle disposition
like that of the
common lamb
his words are soft
like a rose that you enclose with your hand

before he left for his intended journey
i had a bowl of rice and a
dried fish in my kitchen

i almost believe him
until my bowl of rice
and dried fish are all gone.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2012

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