The Abandoned And Lonely Nipa Hut
then we come back
to this place
where the grasses are tall
and the yard is filled
with trash
of goat steps
and cow dung
the scent is horrible
to an ordinary stranger
who recalls nothing
of what we once
did here
when we too felt
like we were abandoned
by the moon
and the wind
when the stars fickle upon
a black sky
winked
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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