What I Wrote Years Ago... Poem by RIC BASTASA
What I Wrote Years Ago...
it is about superstition
a black butterfly
on a white flower
a stray cat hot on
the tin roof
an old dog following
the smell of a dead chicken
on the road
a lady vendor selling ripe
bananas singing for customers
a boy climbing for ripe
papayas gasping for breath
a girl with a basket of
red flowers roaming the
market
and there you are
walking in the park
with an broken heart
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