Those Rumors....

the talk of the town is like a river
it runs to the banks of the rivers of other towns
and fills in every openings along the way
it floods and does not ebb away
until it finds the sea with a very big mouth
and swallows everything

like a whale to all the
species of plankton

along the shores of time
there lies peace and cool sea breeze

and varieties of lovers once again
make their usual forbidden trysts
under those tall coconut trees.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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