Last Night They Had A Fight
Their hands are fast
removing the buds
on separate peach trees.
They work, work, work
no talking
no smiling.
The radio announces 10 o'clock
they sit
they drink
and they eat
no talking
no smiling...
last night, they had a fight.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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