a nipa shack
in all appearances of it
unwalled and
defloored
about to fall and kiss
the ground of
rotten hay and
wilting grass
stop and look at it
even for a short while
and it has a lot of stories
to tell
shocked
you will be
finding that from its nipa shingles
there is
this upsurge of emotions
bursting thoughts
restlessness moving to and from
beside the clouds just a tree
above it
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