Leaves Of Summer Poem by RIC BASTASA

Leaves Of Summer



rickety sounds of the dry leaves
of summer
like a hot oil in the pan
splashed with a dropp of
salt or
water

it is not sweet to the liking
of my bone
it wrecks my cervical spine
into a succumbing
pain

they say
God is speaking
to me...

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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