this morning in the cold haze of jogja you woke me from my tight sleep last night a cup of billowing coffee served on that old table
the laughter from kids going to school in their bikes made me wander far, greeting my own childhood then reminded me of how joyful they were when they're humming crossing the rocky path
how I long to play among them to hear ramblings from those tiny lips paddling their dad's old bike that loyally take them to the school gate
ten minutes long that moment lasted until my wandering memory flew again coming back here, to your embrace when the laughter of those school kids had passed this morning in medio jogjakarta 1978
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