Hemmed in on all sides, unrepentant
to the choking layers of Smugness
in the Notebook suffused with thick black
to the endless trails of obsidian
snaking through, paving
the Builder’s progress
sat a park.
Humble at sixty letters across, fourteen lines
from north to south, immaculate
with nary a smudge nor mote
Unclaimed by the Builder’s pen, a virgin land.
Who had been there? No one
not even the VIPs of the Builder’s towers
nor the littlest fly
But at 16th Page, it was prime
A day after Valentine’s, the Builder
came, set up a discreet motel, a late
The Little Park in the Notebook
and the erstwhile haven
Phillip Kimpo Jr.
February 15, 2007
Quezon City, the Philippines
Visit his website.
Get out – have a life and write about it. Enjoy your weekend. We’ll see you on Monday.
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