AL (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

Blue

when the moon is full
and the night
is cold
and the trees
all but shadows

i walk on the bridge
and stand
by its side

i am a shadow too
lurking
i see this shadow
on the raging river
below

shall i loosen
my grip
on the railing
of this bridge
full moon?

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The Moon brings out a little madness in us all. Excellent.