Facta, Non Verba
what was done was done
they cannot be undone,
for what matters most what
what was done & not just what was said.
unfinished poems, pauses, words still
looking for the fulfillment of their meanings
like open bowls looking up to the skies
for rain
or sunshine
or plain nothingness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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