A Contrast
outside there is this old brown short dog barking
to a stranger
three motorbikes are making a lot of noise
on the city street
some children, one bigger than the other two small children
look like they are quarelling over some toys
the trees ligning the road are pruned and some stacks
of leaves are left to dry
on this hot noonday
then a brownout: the computer shuts down
blipping and blipping for a warning to save
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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