Querida 

by Angela Manalang- Gloria

The door is closed, the curtains drawn within

One room, a brilliant question mark of light...

Outside her gate an empty limousine

Waits in the brimming emptiness of night.

She had a way of walking through concupiscence

And past the graces her fingers never twirled:

Because her mind refused the heavy burden,

Her broad feet shoveled up the world.