For All The Other Places Of This World...

in vietnam or in hongkong
it is the same road that i walk
same lengths of
arms to reach another
wall
it is the same salt of the
sea
on a beach holiday
same coldness of the shades
of trees
along some boulevards
same noise
in malls and repeated
lyrics
sounds of love
and indifference
same menu on restaurants
and sometimes
same talk even

that strangest boredom
seems to be too insensitive
to leave me
at least for once

by RIC BASTASA

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