Yesterday, 11:16 PM
Sketches of Pampánga
I beam at the sight
of black Aráyat rising
amidst golden fields.
When the river swells,
frogs dance in muddy water
or their legs in oil.
Pinatúbo's wrath
levelled cherished homes where now
the taláhib blooms.
With Christmas come lamps
coiled into colorful wheels,
distracting drivers.
I beam at the sight
of black Aráyat rising
amidst golden fields.
When the river swells,
frogs dance in muddy water
or their legs in oil.
Pinatúbo's wrath
levelled cherished homes where now
the taláhib blooms.
With Christmas come lamps
coiled into colorful wheels,
distracting drivers.