San Antonio
san antonio
lead us to a place
where we are lost
and let us find
the way where we
can find our
way back home:
an empty space
a nothingness
a place where the
walls are not painted
where the doors are
not locked where the
windows look out
into an open universe
where all of us
are alive with living
fires where we become
shooting stars that
children see whose
mothers tell them:
make a wish!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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