From the book: MIDNIGHT RAINBOW
Bangkal
Call me by the name of
Bangkal Tree
Rheumatoid knuckles,
curled, outstretched
Branches for begging
arms, swaying, nodding to passing birds
Telling ancient secrets
in the night’s relentless rain
A wet silhouette, a
gnarled face forgetful of it’s name
Leaves of artificial
green, that sheen, reminiscent of kid’s plastercine
Harry Mills Philippines 16th November
2011
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