i saw pictures of them
climbing a mountain and
then resting on the side
of a placid lake on top
of Mount Malindang, as
we too take our dinner
outside that country where
lakes abound, this meal,
of glass noddles and
lettuce leaves wrapping
a slice of beef and on
such a cold night we too
sip our green tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem