4b Poem by RIC BASTASA

one cannot iron out
air perhaps you may
cover out a
delineation with
some euphemisms
denial does not
lead you
to light you are like
the moon
wanting to conceal
its pain
in those dark nights
only to
suffer efflorescence
as the
frogs worship it
as goddess
chanting throughout
the rain

sorrow too is
like gold
one cannot hide in
mud
each moment is
gleam
pain glimmers
like a star in
that indifferent sky

amidst the flow of
black wings
the moon is
carried on....