Memories of the monsoon trail

On the monsoon trails
On the monsoon trails

we sang on trails then
our throats were quenched by rains.
climbed cattle fences, i recall
i caught your fall, your pain remains.

we danced on bridges,
and struck the moon at midnight.
we starved on hikes, you held my hand
and we survived on starlight.

Licuan, Abra
April 25, 2008
(with revisions October 29, 2013)


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