• Guesswork for Godmakers

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    We forget the dry pollen
    in the hay, the young skin
    that gets stabbed by tiny daggers

    lining each straw, the smell
    of fresh manure plopping
    from nearby beasts.

    Those who let the couple in
    are left out to keep the storyline
    simple and clear.

    Forget that sand
    forever shifts
    under our feet.

    This poem first appeared in the author’s book ‘A Thousand Eyes’ (University of Santo Tomas Publishing House, 2015)

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