Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


At Papa's Grave


AS I light the candle
i will too, remember the white horse
that bit you
which they shot and died

i remember the loneliness of the grazing
fields after the incident.

All sins are always forgiven.
All hidden loves have no choice but to reappear.
When memories come, i pray,
Let those sweet and sweeter ones
be always chosen.

My brothers and sisters are here too.
All in the solemnity of silence
Pay homage to the law.

This day is the show of flowers, the dance of candle's flames,
In the concreteness of our personal appearances
To fill what blanks stares of the past
To erase what was missing.

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013

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