Suddenly, It Is Evening*the room is widethis morning as wide
as your pain somewhere
in a corner
of remembered remembering
where were you when the seawas bereft of broken beer bottlesand crumpled tin cans?
last night the rainbow jukebox blared your song while the smoke-filled bar echoed with drunken laughter and your epilogue of wasted years
it should have been this way-- no, no, no-- it could have been that waythe sun lingering on the glass panes has now climbed the rooftops: remembering is a perfect blade as sharp as the edge of morning.
time for you is a dry leaf on a hot windless day yet ricebirds must cry as the pulse of life beats in the shuffle of many feet on the stage where the drama was played.you remember the innocence of youth in the old hometown and, suddenly, it is evening.
*Nairaman iti expanded version nga antolohia dagiti dandaniw nga Ilokano ken Ingles, "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger."
photo captions: clockwise, singapore, las vegas, singapore, singapore
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