about Li Po

i dream that someday
a priest shall write a poem

about
Li Po

less the jugs of
wine and his shadow
and the moon

a little bit modern
now

a bottle of Tanduay
no glass
beside two sticks
of pork barbecue

as a background
let it be classical

Pavarotti is singing
the Ave maria

under the talisay
tree
the white dog
sleeps.