Nostalgia Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Nostalgia



To hear the noise of cicadas on the afternoon,
see the flocks of goats going home,
see the bats coming out as the sun goes down,
to smell burnt wood as the neighborhood cook for dinner
safely burn dry leaves to rid the mosquitoes
to hear the bell of the church ring at 6: 00 o'clock
see your playmates prepare for the evening prayer

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