They Are Waiting
let us not be defeated by
silly matters
those that make boats sink
that swallow souls
of men
into the deepest crevices
of hell
we are not destined to be losers
sing again: we are the champions
float for a while
while the ports are not visible
to the eye
sight the better destinations
islands teeming with coconut trees
white sand beaches
look out there
there they are the dancing ladies
clad in yellow
soft and slender
they're waving their hands
to embrace us
neophytes of love....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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