Dedication Poem by RIC BASTASA

Dedication



to whom for whom
i am sounding i
sound for you
not for me i know
how i sound i know
the depth and length
of my word the kind
of smell and color
i keep within each
syllable for years and
years the horse
romancing the sea
its tail serving as
rudder the moment
it swims underwater
on an island where
the birds have long
learned the manner
of fish and fishing

expeditions here
the sand where
our steps were
first embroidered
like rose petals
to mother'w white
cloth, heave a sigh
to all these what
was there will always
be there, unless
you refuse to know
the ciphers of each
code, our youth
badly spent beside
the river, this life
these pebbles
underneath the
ripples of our
skins the lines of
our palms, shady
and sharp the thoughts
still piercing the
innocence of our
minds, mine me
mind you, let there
be nothing easily
understood, lest
everything becomes
just ordinary, and
the lace of your
memories, the seams
all through, lazy, lazy,

now stop this
nonsense following
every word i have
you're looking for
thrill and something
to tinker, there is none
here, nada y nada,
there is nothing in
here, and in the end
you get what you
deserve from me

nothing nothing
nothing nothing

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