The Earth For Free...
sensing that you do not wish to talk
or engage in
oral intercourse like those previous
free falling conversations
which we
conclude to be honest and candid and free
and agreeable
i stopped talking too
talking is not important anyway because
my fingers
have taken as many mouths as there are
without being loud
i respect your silence but somehow i detest your way of
surrendering to the helplessness of
silence
i remember when i was told that tomorrow will be my last day
and which happened to be false
i visited friends and knock from one door to another
telling them
that i love talking and that talking relieves me from the pain of
having been given only one day to live
when i have not gathered the sunflower which shall bloom in February
when my book shall arrive next week before
i shall close my eyes
and cease breathing
we were under a pyramidal roof
surrounded by coconut trees
beyond us the sea and some white painted boats
the seagulls are busy catching fish on their beaks
while fishermen arrive with salt on their bodies
and it was that time that i notice that this world is so beautiful
and the people too friendly
and yet
when we leave and be away for good and think that out there
there is more to all these
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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