This is just to say how I envy the sea
Gulls. Theirs is the blue of both sky and water
In one fell swoop while all I can see
Are but et ceteras of leavings: fishbones, a litter
Of shells, stranded sargasso... Your bottled
Letter found me among these ebbtide
Souvenirs. On this usual shore. I stumbled,
Tripping over it. Now I know the wind's a guide,
Goading the waves on until even my feet
Wavered when I hurled this missive, this reply
Folded like a wing. May air ripple through it
Like a sigh. This is just to unsay goodbye.
- Philippine Graphic
4/8/96
Myke U. obenieta
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