Flux
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Spring is a profusion of white—flowers of winter solitude, thawing on the
branch. How do I know it's safe to bring my loneliness out into the
greenair? The...
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Ambit's Gambit is Albert B. Casuga's blog for his poetry, fiction, essays, literary theory, literary criticism, art criticism, and commentary on life, living, and the human condition.
This is so sweet and sad. It's the perfect length, I think....
THE RITUAL
To leave an extra plate for one not there:
Mother perfected that ritual when he left.
There was no returning, but what of it?
He will be here at sundown. "Your father
Is always prompt. The raw dinakdakan
Will spoil if he did not come on time."
She waited, but it took so long. She slept.
Wrapped in her flannel blanket, she knew
She’d have enough warmth for both of them.
A.B. Casuga
05-17-12
Las Pinas City SM Starbucks Cafe