At The Mactan International Airport
a diary:
we arrive15 minutes early.
i have only two light bags.
this time i travel as light as
a feather.This time i travel
alone.
it is a connecting flight
to caticlan. I have to wait
for another 7 hours.
there will be too much
minding on arrivals and
departure.
i escape this waiting
and goes to the ayala mall.
got some italian pasta
and fresh veggies for
lunch. iced tea to appease
the longing of my
throat.
i hop to another japanese
resto nearby. The soft
salmon sushi and
californian maki this
time.
i pooed at rai-rai ken's
comfort room. And i
remember the famous
poem of the poo
and the cheese and
the grand feeling
of freeing waste
from the system.
great writer, huh?
and someone just ask
me if a fake poet just
sent me a love note
from brazil or
nicaragua. I laugh.
what is the need
to know the name
of someone who
loves you and sends
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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