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A View Of A Man Arriving

the wall in this room is made
of glass

overlooking the plaza
where the rains are busy
discarding themselves

like a burden.

soft rain. no noise.
a big, muscular man
arrives

mustached, and
strong arms holding on

to a electric blue
handle of a motorcycle

he holds the key
to a certain destination

he looks at me
and i told him even if he did not ask at all

i do not know. i do not really know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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