Awang airport, Dec.19195, for BJ, Ian, Vna-van, Den-den, Joan, Uncle Vano
Aunt Bebeng Dominguez
We were motorbiking
across dangerous runway
driving jubilantly after- before flag carrier
PAL, Grand Air, Cebu Pacific, Air Phils
C-130, private baby plane taxi down
and took off
we were hiding at nearby twigs and
cogon grasses
to witness iron birds at near sight
while prolonged siren of an
emergency fire track
clearing off urgently the run way
I t warned us how deadly our
juvenile trip crossing
danger line
however
we were not shaken by that
pierced alarm
until the cotton -ball cloudy sky
sliced into pieces
after piloted silver bird
crossed from nowhere
overtook the giant roars seemed
flashing ahead of the jet
we're so glad then to witness
the huge landing gears
watching too close for the first time
and we were foolish about it
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