the sampaguita pours out ivory
liquid like rain spilling out
an upturned umbrella;
its lucid scent wafts through the air,
the tips are branded with
golden drops from the heavens
white petals and yellow tips
resting alone in the budding grass,
it beckons for the myna bird that
circles the gray skies above,
seeking a refuge from the oncoming storm.
the sampaguita fears solitude,
doesn’t want to be alone
when the time comes for it
to be swept far away
in foreign lands & vast seas.
its beauty is ephemeral,
a fleeting notion, easily forgotten.
it weeps the loss of immortality
as specks of brown decorate its once pure petals.
one day, it shall fade and wilt,
cease to live on this plane of existence,
decay slowly, painfully,
wither alone in a gutter with only
the roaches as company.
but today, it gleams.
glows brighter than anything else,
smells of innocence and youth,
makes a young girl happy as she puts it in her hair
and lays under the bright, morning sun.
Patricia Policarpio is a poet who hails from the Philippines. If she's not experiencing yet another existential crisis, she's probably wondering what's for dinner. Her work has been published in COE Review, Hypertrophic Literary, East Coast Ink Magazine, Degenerates: Voices For Peace Anthology, The Wait Poetry Anthology, and other online literary platforms.