The City on Holiday

Goodbye, they waved--
boarding buses and planes,
and ships and trains--
the air-conditioned breeze
ushering them away, away,
like ants shaken off
the sweet gifted treats--
the streets, look,
the city, listen,
it breathes.

Jeepney engines ignite,
an early morning drive
on glittery smooth asphalt,
on roads empty, and wide--
Hear the city hum along
its leisurely commute,
the gentle wind caresses
the pleasant well-wishes
the city, left behind.
It is finally home.