Saturday, January 8, 2011

Philippine Violet

we are mauve petals
wavering in late afternoon
the winter creaks like any other

loneliness a dried up firmament
deadened as archaic rocks

numb shadows irk me
there's no waterfall to talk to

we live alongside a milestone
masked with dead moss
gazing at an empty road

i recall the last clatter of horse-hooves
some gallant riders had passed by
in twilight gold

at times when the wind
waters memories
i doze off

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