Talisay Poems

To Lahong Shore

Gone are the days when 
your shore at low tide 
would offer a long roll of 
smooth paper upon 
which a young boy 
would sketch his points 
and lines and make his 
talent sprout; when your 
sea would sweetly kiss 
and caress the fine white 
sand; when your talisay, 
dapdap, and calumpang 
trees would dance to the 
chorus of wind and birds.

I miss those days.

I miss you now that your 
sand has joined the walls 
of concrete abodes of 
people who make your 
sea waves sick, throwing 
up every time they smell 
the litters' stench; now 
that your trees have 
closed their ears to the 
monotony of trite wind 
and leaving of birds.

I miss you now.