The street vendor fries the wrapped plaintain bananas with slice of langka (jackfruit) and brown sugar in hot pan. The turon sizzles to crispy amber under the humid afternoon sun. We wait, not with bottled cold water, but with buko (young coconut). My shirt has a bit of stain from spitting out black seeds of atis (sugar apple) under the neighbor's guava tree. My friend is munching on santol (wild mangosteen) with salt. Bittersweet and rough, he is squirming with its sourness, while becoming ecstatic with each bite of the pitted fruit. He makes a lot of faces as sweat rolls off his neck. All I can think of is playing hide & seek in the cool shaded park.
sudden summer rain
crashes the roof at night,
drowning the tuko's cries
*tuko lizards (or small geckos)
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics: Dog Days ~ I am incorporating my hot summers (April to May) in the Philippines, where I grew up.