Poems from Dreamweavers





SAMPAGUITA SONG

(for a suki at Quirino Highway)

 

We see you every night intercept

The narrow chance at highway

Living, the jammed traffic of your days

Run-down by those who do not see

Your flag of white

Small flowers.

 

Your shanks gleam thin at the intersection,

Beating the stop light to the edge

Of danger.

 

Sampaguita,Sir!

Sampaguita, Ma’am!

Sariwa, mabango,

Piso po ang tatlo.

 

You thrust brown hands at me

Flower-laden, smelling like old

Memories, tender at the recall

Of gardens in a province

We’ve left

And miss.

 

Back home the sampaguitas

Dry in an earthen dish

Leaving the scent of warm

Brown palms that offered

An extra garland for

Buena Mano.

 

Sampaguita abloom in my garden. Above, the bloom of Ayer, Hoy y Manana
Sampaguita abloom in my garden. Above, the bloom of Ayer, Hoy y Manana