The Poet
Kenette, what else are you waiting for?
The sun has come and gone,
the rain invades our roof and rooms,
and you are still looking at the distance
sipping and savoring your San Miguel beer.
Don’t tell me stories of fireflies tonight
because I need time for the afternoon paper:
I need to spice life with lies and fiction at times.
Kennette, come out of your walled world
and feel the sea and its winds entering our abode.
- Papa OsmubalÂ
Last modified on January 9, 2007.
