a rotten boat
a neglected machine
bathed in rust
docked
at the other side of
the river
perhaps, shall now tell
you
that even brothers or
sisters for that matter
live in separate rooms
and there perhaps
hatch some explanations
for the
betrayal
which of course
you cannot accept or
at least on the
level of
belief
somehow you have to
learn
living too inside
your room
make a map
of your life
discover the treasure
and keep it
all for yourself.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-note-for-siblings/
