RIC BASTASA Survivors Poems

it is another December
we never look forward for change
it will always be the same
wind, same veranda, same road
...

and then there will be no stars.
such is this fact, there will be
no stars, to this stormy night in
this stormy sea, and we follow the
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you're wearing glasses
and drive your car

there is this address
...

they say
we did not promise you a rose garden
we here are devastated
but only for a while
...