RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

381. words as metaphors, thoughs too 4/29/2011
382. words as flowers 1/21/2010
383. words as excavation tools 2/4/2013
384. words are useful 4/2/2010
385. words are hiding places of the heart 2/2/2013
386. words and words 2/13/2009
387. words 12/20/2008
388. Words 6/24/2011
389. wordlessness.... 12/30/2011
390. WORD PLAY 5/14/2010
391. wooing summer 9/20/2009
392. Wooing 4/20/2008
393. wondering... 2/14/2011
394. wonder..... 11/30/2010
395. wonder.... 12/27/2010
396. wonder 10/6/2009
397. women united... 12/5/2010
398. women sometimes 2/4/2009
399. woman's fury 5/26/2009
400. woman on the other side of the fence 6/7/2010

Ephemeral

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing

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