Notes From Sergs.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were there for on simple purpose
to pay homage to two dead bodies of lovers caught in the tightness of the mountain trail

an accident

while the mass was going on for hour we were seated on a bench
facing the high mountains filled with trees

it is a green world ahead of us

i am amazed. You were talking about the idiosyncrasies of other people
the important people who lost dignity in the name of lust, er love
perhaps for the benefit of the doubt

in truth i do not care

i have holes in my cheeks, i have falling hair
i am losing youth to the stupidity of time

it cannot just be a ' tear in the cheek of time'
it must be something else

i have my ears to your rumors
my eyes move somewhere else to the majesty of the mountains
my hands to the sweet coolness of the air

i cannot keep those words
this time you are a friend by

accident. I begin not to understand you because there is so much
beauty in those high mountains

until we parted.It is sad, we have nothing to share
nothing to speak about with so much interest.