Inside The Bus Bound For Zamboanga
UPON his hand is
the black crow with a rope
at the base of its claw
He says it is domesticated
having fed it
when it was still without
feathers
If i like it
i may start to bid at
one thousand pesos
his offer
sigh!
who needs a bird without
freedom?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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