Your Intent

what is your intention
writing in the language of your own,
not to be understood purposely

shutting yourself
inside your mouth
your words

you chew and swallow
and hide some treasures
circuitously inside your large and small intestines
in time
coming out like the lines that you still like to own
now on the ground
dried

your name and
your shadow

rained hopefully some little
flowers shall start to grow

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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