THE PERFECT LAST DAY
The weatherman said, "This week end's weather will be very balmy,"
No rain in sight and the temperature will hover around 20 degrees.."
"Wow, " I said, " and I predict there will be the last garage sale in the neighbourhood,
the smell of broiling burger patties in the afternoon and loud music ( in some backyards, especially mine ) as we watch the demise of this perfect fall day..."
"Plus some yard work, like gathering the brown leaves lying askew in the grass.."
But I do not rake the leaves anymore, sweetheart. I just take my trusty lawnmower,
Switch it on , and crush the crap out of them..while I gave the lawn, a nice trim.
A very nice trim indeed, like the haircut I got from Mr. Opong Fernandez
In his shop under the old acacia trees. Half a century ago..
Oh yes, that old spot in Asingan before was some place.
I miss it. It had those huge trunks of acacia that were born the same day probably
When the Conquistadores arrived at this spot while wide eyed locals
Were staring at them from behind the thick bushes, wondering whether
They were friends..Or foes
Or both ..
That spot has changed, indeed..Instead of the statue of a
Conquistador, we have the solitary figure of a soldier, poised to strike
At an unseen enemy..It is not much work of art as its predecessors
Created by a talented Filipino artist named
Palpallatoc..Which means, if my guess is right
A shooting star? A comet? or an asteroid entering the air layer that enters
The earth benign atmosphere...
" I need you here, dad!" Came a voice from inside
And it broke my reminisce like shards of a broken crystal
Which fell into a concrete patio floor..
Back to reality. Back to the backyard which had
Recieved my loving care for several summers...
"Yeah, am coming..!" I answered stirring from my comfortable seat
Watching some sparrows slugging it out
On a small feeder hanging from a pine bough---#
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