Aida Santos Poems

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Beyond the bush
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for P.


We wrapped the bamboo neatly
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for Adul de Leon


I flipped through the thin folder
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the lines buzz
competing with our words
electric conversation, electric telephones
we double up
...

My daughter turns twentyone today
I look at my ageing hands
wrinkles are beginning to crawl
along once smooth lines.
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the sea
in front
behind
on both sides
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1
Earthbound.
My feet take root
its heart tied
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1
grieving corridors
passageways to goodbyes
dark corners of pains
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I think of you
in this season of penitence
the basketball court
below the apartment
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I remember
it’s been two decades now
and the inner demons
of that violence visit me
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