Dipolog Boulevard Poem by RIC BASTASA

Dipolog Boulevard

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he walks there when
the sun is about to set

when the setting happens
he sits on one of the benches

he spends hours there watching
something that fades

to surrender itself in the
most beautiful silence of

a feeling. When it is dark
and one star begins to appear

in the sky, he begins to talk
to himself. Now the lonely

chain is broken.There are
two of them now

in a conversation because
those stars in the heavens

are too distant, mute, and
even if beautiful

have remained to be
so indifferent

until it begins to rain
and that is the only touch

he has felt. It is cold.
Now he trembles, but

not running away to
take the shelter where

everyone is hiding in the
comfort of the arms of

the mob.

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