Balo

amidst the crowd of four to five
laughter becomes like the wind
and the rain
everything so light and funny
when we finally stand waiting
the side of my body leaning on the pole
with the evening light
the silence creeps like a caterpillar
on the leaf

we feel we are consumed
bit by bit

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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