Of Things Not Words
a puppy
beside a door
on a rag
a dung of
termites
outside
magnolias
are blooming
a snake escapes
from summer
heat
on the thicket
of moist grass
the green turtle
nothing depends
on someone
else
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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