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El Nido ( Poem II of Versos Del Nido)

Updated: Jun 6, 2019

And the wind

in the woods,

No burgeoning red

of a late autumn.

but green like the fern, almost eternal.

The sun

showering sparks;

A white egret

on a low-hanging sky.

In the embracing waves

of the sea,

Blue El Nido,

A hundred boats adrift,

A hundred swarthy faces,

A hundred commercial boards

exotic

on a street speaking little English.

A hundred coconut trees,

A hundred shapes of seashells,

A hundred still blooming flowers

quiet

on the sand soft as milk.

I’m one of many

unworthy tourists

walking

into a tropical bliss,

lotophagi,

黃泉,

no time and space

saved

when a boy comes running,

his voice

grey

in a land of many colors;

his words in Tagalog,

meaning home.

*published on Anak Sastra, where you can read the full poem about El Nido


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