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On The Beach
the sun is up.
the peebles are hot.
the trees are brewing their greens
to the pluffy blue clouds.
we huddle together on a
thatch-roofed hut by the shore.
the waves splash on the
side of the big rock.
the sands gleam
some diamond sparks
the horizon is silvery
the cove curves beyond us
a little farther
a nude man approaches
another nude woman
and they run towards the
blue waters of the sea
we watch. This is new.
This is happening
in this country.
we watch closely.
and then the clouds
turn gray. The rain comes.
some leaks on the roof
of this hut. We listen.
We still have too much
to really learn.
we pretend we are
innocent about what is
happening.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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