To A Neighbor
hot noodle soup that's newly cooked
outside the night is cold
as stars begin to twinkle, the moon to hover
on top of the banana palms
the sound of bamboo leaves shall serve as music
to a choir of cicadas singing
can you share your time for a cup of noodle with me?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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