Baka Bukas
Written for The Archipelago as a submission, which I won for April. Reflecting once more on my upbringing, the past, my connections and my optimistic outlook: baka bukas.
The mist carried with it songs of slumber.
Autumn leaves crunching under the weight of your new worries.
Desperate to seek remnants
of the homeland
in shoes you don’t fit anymore.An old parable.
Two worlds colliding in summer.
Heatwaves calling the tropics weak.
In the horizon,
another feels the same.
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