Gabawan Lake,  Daraga, Albay

Pond in the dusk so still

You wouldn’t know the time of day

Eyes are frenzied desperate 

The vortex sucks you in

Which cloud or leaf to take in 

Or cone of mountain 

Cloud or fiery sky: palm frond

And blades of lake grass

Quiver in the light breeze

The first hints of monsoon 

Lotuses bloom here but not now

Feet roil the water but not now

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