On A Sunday Back To The Past That Papa Left Poem by RIC BASTASA
On A Sunday Back To The Past That Papa Left
on a Sunday
the man returns to the sea
to clean the foreshore
teeming with coconuts
from thick grass
bad grass and beetles
that eat buds and
kill
on a Sunday back
to the past again
clearing some forests
of memories
therein
one seeks a redemption
for what had been
putting some seeds again
as anticipations of
the future
that may never come
Saturday, November 5, 2011
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