The Poem As A Treasure
for whom it is not dedicated
there is this laughter that belittles
the poem
as a treasure
and for one who cannot relate
for lack of sensitivity
or imagination
the poem is nothing but a rock
along his path
a pest in his garden
a wilted leaf
another part of his garbage
a burden on his back
a howling sound
in his stomach
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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