Bottle

A child was by a dusty road
Looking thirsty.
Someone gave him a water bottle;
Passersby stole a glance
As he drank it
Slowly
Passionately
As if the moment were his world.
The other kids came
Partook of Adam’s ale.
When it was spent
They played soccer and catch and tumbang preso
The bottle becoming their plaything;
The bottle becoming their world.
The kid was a kid,
The child was a child
In the fullest sense of the word.
By afternoon, when all was said and done
The kid put the bottle in a sack
Walked home
Along the dirt road
The kid with the water bottle in a sack.

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  1. Again, beautifully written. It evokes feelings not explicitly described in the narrative. 🙂

    Feels kinda sad though… But that must be the way I see this. Haha…

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  2. YOUR Gayest

     /  June 16, 2009

    Hey, sugar. :))))))))

    Wala lang. The verse is so… you. And your melancholic musings about the world. 😀

    Reply

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