RIC S. BASTASA


When The Mad Boy Hurls A Fist Of Stone At - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the sparrows fly together like a
big boulder of rock
from the barren rice field to the
other side of the road
and like a big brown blanket
hover on a patch of green bushes
beside a dilapidated house

these little birds are so strong and
i have never seen them splintered like
a window glass shattered when the
mad boy hurls a fist of stone at the center
of its shadow.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015



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