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fate

poultry chasing dog i gave away

ends up in the cooking pot



planted for shelter

the banyan tree

now a shrine



the clock repairer

never once i heard

him talk about time



beach

the little crustaceans

always running for covers



well spent

imeda marcos' shoes

now walking on tourists' dollars



sunlight through roof holes

our glaring

poverty



climbing hill

the pleasure to let child

hit summit first



slicing

my night

cricket's shrill