The Clicking Of The Camera
you are the guest here cousin
and we do not wish to disappoint you
and show you some pains
and so we had dinners with you
together we are one family with
sweeter concerns for each little
futures: no sutures, no vultures
on the last day that you are with us
yes, this vacation of yours
we will be at the porch sending you off
with your bags and some of our goods
we pose as a family, we all smile and
there you go with your clicking again:
smile! we all smile as you have instructed.
and then you go with our sweet memories.
if you have only seen the nearby mountain
laden with gray clouds, on top of our roofs
these gray clouds shall start to pour its rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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