Sunday, March 26, 2006

Pedestrian Lane


Strips of white paint across
the narrow extension of Ortigas
forgotten by smoke machines
on wheels and drivers dreaming
of expressways

Three minutes staring,
gray concrete blanks in between
pleading for a lift
to the other side

freeze-

The creature woke up-
a dormant volcano found
the right time-
its hands seem to
reach for the sky
grabbing the pavement
like a worn-out blanket

A mountain of hot steel and rubber.

A passenger exclaimed,
"I told you, there are
strips of white paint across
the narrow extension of Ortigas."


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