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NOTES ON SENDAI
she was once at Sendai
posing by the port with some close friends
the picture shows a very calm blue sea
there were other tourists
faraway on can see seagulls flying
white yachts, green mountains
white shorelines, well kept stores
some children playing
as mothers keep watch closely
we all know what happened to Sendai
the tsunami ate all the houses and the children and the tourists
and temples and farms
there are no more yachts
the birds are few
and the people have left.
RIC S. BASTASA
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Notes On The Virgin Island
the island is a virgin.
he explains.
corals in pink pieces
are still untrodden by
any foot, though scattered
everywhere and
appears like a burning sand
from far away
a boat begins to slip
on the shore
opening it for more
spectators like us
on bare feet
the island is no longer a virgin.
a hat is blown by the wind and stays on the grass
a hand cannot reach it
a boy urinated upon the cracks of the rock
a crab drinks drops of salt
a tree there sheds off some leaves
and stays upon its feet
wilting
it is very hot and the women huddle
upon a nipa hut
while the men watch with their
tongue wet with saliva
when the night falls
a fire is built
the night is so cold
some shadows dance
but only for a while
the silence is lovely
no one wants to sleep
RIC S. BASTASA
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nOTHING
around his eyes
shades of black
when it looks at
you it is looking at
nothing
there is no sign of
life in the iris
there is only the stillness
of solitude
there is no whirlpool
of happiness
nothing is taken
nothing is given
there is doubt around each eye
there is that state of
unsatisfied hunger
despite the mountains of food
and lakes of drinks
there is this hunger for hunger itself
a longing eternal
there is this lightness that floats
like a cloud
this unbreakability of a
situation
there is this murmur of the femur
the chant of the brunt
nothing is full
yet nothing is empty still
RIC S. BASTASA
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NOTHING (i am not original on this)
The poor have it.
The rich do not need it.
It is more evil than the devil.
It is greater than God.
Do not eat it
For if you do,
Then you die.
RIC S. BASTASA
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