Here's the first, I got the idea for this while waiting for the train:
corroded tracks
the trains no longer run
sky rust at sunset
even heaven
comes and goes
This one, I thought of while at the dock in Boracay:
moss has grown
our boat rots on what’s left
of the shore
nothing to sail with
to the things we used to know
our boat rots on what’s left
of the shore
nothing to sail with
to the things we used to know
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