For My Neighbor
the black birds are
up
hovering over the
green coconut palms
beside the roof of
her new house
she remembers
Noah and her heart
begins to weep
there are other things
that i can see
from all these black birds
my heat too weeps
but i shall not give
her any hint at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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