Scorching Summer In 1981

in 1981
i met her
she was then
a poetess

we were engaged
to talk

and so we had
a tryst
under a tree inside
that walled house

it was summer
and the grasses were
all brown

it was a useless
meeting
we did not say anything

we were meant for
nothing

we were only engaged
to talk

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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