listening to a Chuck Mangione piece in Boracay....
afternoon feet
stepping into the white sands
of Boracay
eyes soft sailing
upon a turquoise
sea
place of pale memories
starting to fade
upon a Chuck Mangione.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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