At Glori Mart
del monte ave corner
araneta
punching DTR in-out
employee card
as fruits and vegstables
sales personnel
a first job ever
freezing mall
chilling california
seedless red globes
grapes
fuji washington apples
sweet pears
ponkan taiwan
assorted lokal fruits
in terrace
like an exhibit of festivity
offer to pagan's god
and goddesses
with celery red green pepper
sugarbits
and a chinese lady customer
pushing loaded cart
winking an eye
time now to close
no O.T.
It's the last day of 1999
and this is my last
millenium story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem