a poem by Roger B Rueda
When I visit my neighbours, the mum is frying rice,
the older sister shredding Bisaya chicken
for her wonderful salad. The father is sipping
at his kape barako, taking his time
and eating his lumpia roll made of leftover pancit,
small shrimps, and jackfruit, slowly, inviting me
in for a coffee. I am bringing them
nice pancit-Molo soup
Mum has cooked, mixed in with
the cabbage and aubergine whose rotting quarters
were scraped off.
The brother is reading nursing
as the family has bought
a new passenger jeepney, the couple
having a mini-store across from our house.
Their pigs grunting at the backyard,
the grandfather is cleaning
the coops of their chickens, fresh eggs rolling.
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