Justine Camacho Tajonera
Cebu City


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I think of the whiteness of snow
on a postcard from an immigrant aunt.
How sweet, how pure
and unreal like props
Higher Things
How far are these 'higher things'
from what I feel for you?
The earthly, humble touch
of your hand,
At The Rue De La Bucherie
The man I asked for directions did not know how
to explain it to me
but he smiled, took my hand
and showed me the way.
Seven Years Later, Driving Home
It is impossible to fall in love again
for the first time.
The first blush, the heart quickening,
racing madly with a secret:
Floating On Batis Aramin
The pond is
except for
the birds.
The Leaf
I experience
the leaf,
the deadness
of it,
Afternoon Naps
There are few luxuries
in life
as precious
as afternoon naps.
Last Day
Twelve and a half
years later
she packs away
books, certificates,
Morning Sun
I watch the sunlight
bounce off the water
running from my morning
Joining The Diaspora
I had a dream last night
about being pulled
by the waves,
clawing into the water

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