A Farmer’s Memory

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The neighbors say he suffers from

dementia. On the balcony, he stares at

the cloudless sky. How he declares

the stars have turned into tubers

of motley shapes and colors! He asks if

he could fish some and trade them for

a gantang of rice. Perhaps the

copious harvest at his clearing one

May afternoon has lingered in his

memory. When he goes silent, I send

him to his bedroom and tell him

that tomorrow evening, the sky will

be teeming with stars. He smiles.

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Jeric Tindoy Olay

Jeric Tindoy Olay is a teacher, poet, and opinion writer born in Macrohon Southern Leyte. He currently teaches at Ichon National High School. His essays and poems have appeared and are forthcoming in TLDTD, Philippines Graphic Reader, Mekong Review, Paris Lit Up,Quadrant Magazine, Queen’s Quarterly, Ragaire Magazine, Philippine Daily Inquirer, The Philippine Star, and Rappler.

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