last trip [revised]

[Scott]

Last Trip
crossing Tañon Strait

             Thirty minutes is a drag yet too short
             To wipe dry the salt spray pricking
             A wound about to heal, so

I write this letter in my head and tell you
How we've changed. How the wave and
Monsoon wind pelt the starboard of the barge.
How the air reeks of ammonia and
Spoiled lunch. Of how the sole seagull
Fathoms the madness of the afternoon
And of how fast moving clouds span
The froth, the breadth of the sea,
The vastness of the sky

In transit, in between shadow and light
Should all else fail, at the very least
I’ve written, in draft
This first and last letter
That you will read,
Not in the dark, not

Far beyond
The last bus stop.



RV Escatron [revised, 22 January 2008]

[benelynne]

i've trailed your thoughts
pacing my breath verse by verse
wave after wave
imagining your last word
dissolving between shadow and light
in the bottomless deep

realizing you're actually perched
atop a stool before your laptop
i think you've taken me
for a (boat) ride



RV, nice poetry. This should go well with a photo background of the elements.

[Scott]

i've trailed your thoughts
pacing my breath verse by verse
wave after wave
imagining your last word
dissolving between shadow and light
in the bottomless deep

realizing you're actually perched
atop a stool before your laptap
i think you've taken me
for a (boat) ride



RV, nice poetry. This should go well with a photo background of the elements.

Thanks Sir.
A ride during the season of loss, search, having back and season of loss again. life is good~

[Lorenzo]

Beautifully written, Scott.

[Scott]

salamat again bai~