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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...
Three Threads
For three yearswe were buriedunder these masks.
Three years of breathingthrough our eyes, sheddingour days, one after the other.
As this thin cloth cut deep lineson our faces, they remind usof real dangers and hidden wars.
As the years flow into these threadswhen woven tight, they...
Water Rondel
Love is what makes music take nature’s shape.Heart singing through the warbler’s throat,Storm clouds curling, calm ripples ‘round a boat,Music is water, its shape as love dictates.
Water’s wisdom: its own level it seeks,Heart must sing in flood or drought:Love’s warm embrace it cannot...
