Puka Beach Under the shade of these cumulus clouds here the earth greets you with blinding light, but the rain is always in your somnolent eyes. And you gather something out of the viridian sea: a handful of shells for your dead loved ones a fistful of sand for your city of rust. You hear the sound of flatlines in the distance as the horizon blooms with a procession of waves— beneath the fire rainbow a sailboat drifts, towards carabao island, like a slow moving funeral. —Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena Soon to be published in the Philippines Graphic magazine
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 06:01:05 +0000
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