Translating You

You are from us
Ribs, remember
You have flown away from us
Blackbird, remember

You never return
Saying, i am happier in the desert
Where the sunset is blood red
You left us
Some footprints that
I am now busying with some interpretations

You nod
And i move on with some fun
Trying to enjoy what is there examining what is it really that you left with us
I am digesting gold
And with the precious metals, how can i ever be full?
I should have eaten rice and salted fish
As once my mother wished?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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