3: 02.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

3: 02....



the rain finally stops,
soothing silence hushes

until
the main door of the neighbor's house
fronting ours
is banged

the usual drunkard husband
and the nagging wife

midnight, dawn,
banging.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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