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Bamboo House

Bamboo House

written by: Fhen M.


in a small house made of bamboo
darkness wrapped the walled room;
unpaid bill close to a melted candle wax
we rested on a rattan chair
ate dried fish, rice with black bugs
around a tiny wooden table
the golden light from lit candles
flickered to the faces of the family.

my father told us tales of Biringan
a city in time future or another universe
where buildings are tall and towering
monuments are massive,
ports are prodigious
streets, skyscrapers shine gold and silver.

for now, the gold stones in my town
hang in the night sky.

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