a friend of mine
has fully bloomed into
a rare
rafflesia
no longer a
raffleo
but a cigarillo
bred in the U.S.
Works there for years
and comes back
to Dohinob to recall
those old feelings
unburdening himself
unloading money
Dakak and Solinog
and Aliguay
and a feast in Polanco
old and bitchy still
but as he appropriately worded it
'I'm free! ! ! '
(was he in bondage in Dohinob?
was it his prison in his mind?)
just wondering early
at 6 a.m.
without coffee and
bread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem