New Day in Dumaguete
Sunday, July 2nd, 2006Diana T. Gamalinda
your arms in the overhanging branches
blotting out the sky
rest heavy on the nape
slung with the ravages of a world gone awry
i call you through the slats
my leaden mind recalls
the limbs must do a little searching as well
i seek your anonymity, the weight
of the cradle overturned
