RIC S. BASTASA
Poems by RIC S. BASTASA : 15195 / 15116
Seated At D
at the F seat of
the plane
the fat man with scattered white hair
talks that his daughter is
graduating tomorrow
in high school,
the E seat man
makes a link that his son is
graduating this afternoon
in the elementary school
they are overseas workers
from Jeddah
they are talking about salaries
and other incentives
the thin one brags that he
can work overtime and on fridays
he sidelines as driver
in the desert
road
I am the D seat man
i close my eyes and take my sleep
the plane sails like a ship in
a very calm sea &
i really have nothing to say.
RIC S. BASTASA
Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Poems by RIC S. BASTASA : 15195 / 15116
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