i watch the duo of the wind and rain

from behind the screen door

the landscape has been transformed into a sketch

as this picture appears

like pencilled chaos:

a banana tree

     my neighbor's lovely banana tree

     broke its spine from an exercise

     invented by typhoon Milenyo,

a rooftop

     is disintegrating from somewhere

     near where i stand,

a lantern

     across fell, a shooting star

     disguised in wooden clothing,

the marble floor

     nadir my feet has been secretly invaded

     by the cold air,

the sun's face

     hidden by pounds of silver clouds

     still its light cannot be imprisoned,

and a girl (a self professed woman)

     whose hair is being messed up by an angry weather

     is thinking about the blue skies

     above the storm.

written on september 31 in retrospect