Under The Acacia Tree
that afternoon under the acacia tree
the irony of life confronts them
she is beautiful, a single mom
with a chinese lover
she's lonely and does not speak much
he is married and his wife cannot bear him a child
he weaves a conversation
words allure him more
he appears happy and sometimes he sings
alone
the sound of the whistle delights him
in the bathroom
the night came
they kiss and then they part ways
looking for their home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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