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Saturday, March 02, 2019

Almost Each Day

Almost Each Day
Melchor F. Cichon
March 1, 2019


Almost each day
I see you taking your lunch
Alone.


I thought
You just wanted solitude
Like the morning star
In the east.

Until
I heard the whistling wind
Among the bamboo leaves.

Until
I read your mind
And heard
From your officemates
About your soiled
Tongues.

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