FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

CHILDHOOD MEMORY OF THE WHITE HORSE

There was this horse
that father beats with
a bamboo stick when
he gets drunk when
mama drives him away

It bit father so hard that
it almost killed him.
The neighbors talk a lot
And since i was an
insignificant boy who
cannot ride any horse
they never mind me at all.

That white horse was my
best friend. I fed it with
the best grass beside the
river. I can caress his hair.

It was that part when the
white horse chased father
and bit his arms and when
he shouted for help.

It was that part which i
could not really forget.
And forgive me, but i
really missed and liked it.