You can tell
in this January afternoon
the gods
have blessed us
the way the coconut leaves sway
to the direction of the sea
the chill swirling around the nape
whisking salt in the air
as the smoke scatters
in this bayside bar;
we could have been
in an air-conditioned room
on the 52nd floor in BGC,
away from the elements,
pampered by modern man’s facilities.
Yet time and space have crossed
and willed us to be here
as the sun descends
the wind upon our faces.
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