The last day

''Remember the last day'', the Keke Napep wrote at its disappearing rear, while it rode slowly in front of us, damning the horns from the King Koko driver, yesterday.

It was 6:23 AM and the early morning had left a blurry mist  on the dawning daylight as though to leave an imprint of what it can do, as though to say 'I am capable of leaving a bit of me on your slow overthrow :-).

I looked away to the side of the road to ponder a bit at the morning's beauty, the fading images, and back to the creeping Napep but saw nothing anymore.

It had faded like a lost idea.

Like an evaporated hope.

'Remember the last day'...

And I wandered what the Napepian was thinking or what he sort to convey when he scribbled those words at the back of his job.

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