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Passion of Waterfalls
Let me remember the passionthat propels you to caress the napeof the cliff as you slither towardthe rim of the ridge.
And then you execute The Plunge:your daring dive, your riveting dance.
O glory of falling water you carrynot just the swilling screams of boundingbut...
Rainbow’s End
Don’t come runningPanting, gasping, throbbing, weepingOn bended kneesWhen rainbows cease shiningAnd bougainvilleas stop bloomingWhen no pot of gold gleams on the horizonOn the boulevard of broken dreams
Where once upon a timeWith glee, you sang, with feeling,“Promises, promises”To the tune of an elegiac Dionne WarwickBurt...
A Summer Poem for Baguio
As the car was winding down Zigzag roadOne sizzling afternoonI gazed at smoke billowing, spiraling up the sky from a distant mountainGreen turning brown turning gray turning black, signaling that summer has begunDefying the month of preventing fire.It raged ‘til eveningFanned by the...
A Summer Poem for Baguio
As the car was winding down Zigzag roadOne sizzling afternoonI gazed at smoke billowing, spiraling up the sky from a distant mountainGreen turning brown turning gray turning black, signaling that summer has begunDefying the month of preventing fire.It raged ‘til eveningFanned by the...
Illumination
then, when the star-studded skywould brighten our upturned faces,we liked to believe it filledus with real brilliance,gifted down from the layof the galaxy, so that when we sleptwe would be glowing inside. now,whenever we are awake,in stillness, or still-captivatedspell, we who have soaked...
