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Lucia Makabayan 20 Mayo 1979
Summer
In this green expanse with Mount Angas
for a crown
The Nacuron and Igabon Ranges stretch out
like open arms
sheltering small and silent streams that
slithe to their levels
cascade down labyrinths and waterfalls
and meet the River Pan-ay at their mouths
with the ripples of a warm touch:
like the handshake of a comrade
long in waiting.
Here the waters in summer are tranquil,
a prelude
to that other season of fury
when monsoon rain turns streams
into rivers: swift earthy snakes
cleansing demons of destruction
sweeping all debris in frenzied abandon
headlong
to melt with the waiting sea.
Here as elsewhere Nature behaves
like patriots driven to destinies
of their own making . . . . .
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