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Frances 4
one day i ask her about her life
what she's going to do now that she had fallen from grace
into poverty and all alone
her loved ones died in one sweeping car accident
on a freeway
she is silent for a while thinking perhaps that asking her
in the midst of her grief
would be to unkind from someone
but reconsiders the question
as i am one whom she considers a friend through and through
she opens her mouth and says
' i stopped analyzing, i stopped questioning'
and to all these and those
and those yet to come she says
yes, yes, yes, yes.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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