Wanderlust by Tita Lacambra Ayala,1998
A formal form-
lessness
provinces of thought
denied due process
lines tied up in knots
recurring in dawn's wet trees
somehow also
landscapes are empty
full of water yesterday's
footprints the clouds
in them
how can you believe
you are not found
having lost footing
to the elements
splintered
everywhere you look
and you must hold
your breath
and keep away
from cloistered ravines
it will be raining when you
get home
there will be lights
in the windows
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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