direct from Orlando

at the balcony
he smokes his cigar hiding from the view
of his wife who is washing the dishes after we had dinner
over stuffed squid and
fish fillet

what i like is the rice
i evaded the hide and seek of what i think is still harsh
direct from Orlando

lost business
unpaid mortgage
bad economy
they blame it on
bad economy

as he smokes
circles form above his head
and from time to time he peeks at the side of the door
seeing to it that no one sees him

i am not that dumb
to know that there is a big problem
the reason why they are back

i like the sauce
the chili that runs like a jagged knife inside my mouth

he is jobless
and does the laundry and kitchen works
children had to quit school and start to work
to pay the heater and the water
snow is cold, it is colder now

meanwhile i glanced at the sunset
the balcony overlooks the bay of Dapitan
once a hero and a white woman made love there
we knew the ending
it was sad.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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