The Delay Poem by RIC BASTASA

they had two flat tires,
the river swell like an infected wound,
the road was muddy like mad
and then it rained heavily

time ran so fast, and when they
arrived here, the birthday party
was already over

they explained the delay
about some rebels shooting the soldiers
and they hid behind the bushes on the hills

we were not afraid, our lives must move on
the party pushed through

the music was turned on and the dance started with a salsa.