Narras in all breed
stand as receptionists
at the mouth of memorial gate
lichen-masked pines
strayed local guavas
near bridge across
artificial lagoon
heading to
hundred-steps penitencial ladder
approaching highest altitude
placid peak
for Lake Caliraya sightseeing
to wavy Sierra Madre foothills
I haven't seen this before
even in the eye of my
expectations
but oh!
I am dismayed
the red burning sun rushly hides
to rest
spectators are whistling now
in disgust and leaving
peace
for the final resting tomb
of Japanese
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