A night of Durian in Bangkerohan

The moonlight glitter
in the cold old corner
the night leaves youth
waiting to tear the alley
people walk,
past a sideroad full of thorns.
a vendor calling,
the deaf looking out —
a feast of pulp
of Davao’s scorn
is going.

Nah, don’t mind that and don’t worry. This is not a literary piece. Such where I’m forcing harmony of words to string them together like a song.

But really I’m brushing poetic as I ate native durian with my friends from Lingkod, Tony and Lawrence tonight. We didn’t really plan that. We just passed by the stalls along Quirino from a friend’s house in Bangkerohan area. 

The vendor said the variety is called “basketball”. Maybe the name game owes it to the fruit’s round shape. The best part of it was that I felt ease eating with  friends along the street! Because of that, passersby also ate durian like we did in that simple busy corner.

I like being in the streets. And when you’re there to eat, have fun and frolic in a beautiful evening, with the moon casting her borrowed light, what more could you ask for?