Smoky Sanctuary

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!”

– fr. Rubaiyat , Omar Khayyam (1050? – 1122),
Persian mathematician, astronomer, and author

(Nightly Retreat by the Peñaranda Park)

barbecue stalls queue in row
makeshift bars where beers flow
where discreet lovers throw
furtive glances from shadow
as lanterns in shifting shades glow
yellow like dozy fireflies flying low

shelter of lovers’ frolics
refuge of stoic fanatics
infirmary of dire cynics
asylum of social critics
seedbed of raw politics

of beer guzzlers
of dear hustlers

(yes, sanctuary for us all).

– between
guzzlers and hustlers
are bottlers.

(c) 2007 Chito L. Aguilar


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