christmas is
coming and the snowman
is here in the
tropical country such
as the Philippines
a carrot for its nose
mangosteen for its eyes
and white soap suds for
its body and face
a home made scarf will
do to give it a feel of
winter
when i was small i imagine
how nice is snow how
good looking is the snowman
how a sled feels
how fragile could snowflakes be
as awareness grows
extending boundaries
from the north pole to the
south
from iceland to dubai
imaginations fall
realities are stacks of
boxes in the warehouses of
the mind
now, as i see it
in the middle of the heat
in this third world state
a snowman would surely
melt....
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