What Papa Do Not Like To See...

a jar on an edge that with a slight push
falls and breaks into pieces,

a sparrow's egg on its nest between the twigs
of the guava tree

a coke bottle put inside the freezer (for he
knows that it will crack, and he does not like to
see broken glass and spilled colored water
inside the frozen floor)

a watermelon on the table with all the possibilities
that it will roll and crush itself on the kitchen floor

a little boy in the middle of the road's curve and there
is a high speeding bus coming...

my papa is not weird after all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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