In the metropolis, rain and wind blow 

the thrown-away newspapers 

through empty plots of land

and around my feet. 

When the evening settles down

gas-powered street lamps are lit. 

Yellow newspapers wrap

my purchases in a thrift store, 

take-out foods along streets and stalls, 

cheap objects bought in a gift shop.

In the countryside, 

I peruse the old newspaper

lighted by a kerosene lamp.

By Fhen M.

From: Philippines

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