How We Are Seen By The Child Outside The House... Poem by RIC BASTASA
How We Are Seen By The Child Outside The House...
the big window
of the house
by the breakfast
table
from the perspective
of the child
without a mother and
a home
shows it a picture
of family and
opulence and it looks
at this picture
with full envy and
sadness
mixed like a salad bowl
of bitter gourds and
sour grapes
drenched with
vinaigrette and
rotten olives.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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