Sitting here around 9 am <br />Watching faces scrupulously <br />passing by <br />what a rare collections feeding <br />in my mind <br /> <br />I don't know their names <br />My two comrades were in silence <br />I knew they had rare collections too <br />in their minds <br />Recalling faces, storing strange identity <br />for future use, interests, connections, <br />what a rare collections in our mind! <br /> <br />People wear unsunken cheeks <br />some with clean-shaven look <br />some look like corrupt <br />and alleged graft <br />and ready to throw artificial greetings <br /> <br />What for? What for? <br />the innermost question I can't hide <br />inherent from birth<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remnants-in-coa-bldg-and-the-press/
