The Three Lonely Faces
the rain
in trickles has arrived
at the right time
jibing with the three
lonely faces of women
arriving
in one car from a
distant city
in a few minutes
the entertainment shall
begin
breakfast is served
at the back of the house
just behind
the dirty kitchen
where a native
chicken is
roasted
i am sleepy
with my dirty clothes
on
my pants smell like
a dead rat
i am the usual
insomniac
coping up with
early morning's demands
and these
visitors too
i must
cater
and these lonely ladies
noticing my discomfort
or inconvenience
this tipsy posture
i think
do not mind at all
for they know me
and i know them well too
for quite
a long, long time
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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