in a landscape of words <br />the disciples finally get tired <br /> <br />and so they begin to put up <br />portraits <br />of their faces, put a patch <br />of grass, <br />some drops of rain, <br />scents of roses, <br />sounds of brooks, <br />the swiftness of wings of <br />robins <br /> <br />one disciple who is faithful <br />to the last letter <br />says that this is a betrayal <br />and offers flowers to the <br />gods so that they may <br />be forgiven <br /> <br />the landscape of words in <br />black and white <br />has changed <br /> <br />it is not paper anymore <br />but a prairie where children <br />and dogs begin to play.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-begin-to-put-up-portraits/
