A Vision Of Doom...

you look at the world
while riding a taxi
above the bridge that connects
two cities

a canvass of blue sea
white clouds drifting
seagulls crossing the horizon
blue ships floating
tiny houses along the boulevard
cars moving like ants
upon a line of path

you are amazed by so much beauty
man-made though

slowly the compassion arises
from the stares of your eyes
for soon

who knows that this is your last glimpse
of this city

beauty swallowed by waves
as islands sink to the bottom of the
the blue ocean

and the sounds of people like you
finally gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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