• Sunday morning

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    Days pass rapidly.
    Its passage is damp.
    Rain repeatedly falls
    into sharp needles
    of Bermuda grass
    on the lawn.

    Now a new day.
    The thin sun
    appears finally
    atop the eastern horizon,
    cozy morning.

    For a moment, I sweep
    the neighborhood
    with my eyes. See
    villagers wearing
    Sunday dresses
    rushing to hear
    the first morning mass.

    Others are jogging
    stretching frozen joints,
    fine acts of celebrating
    day’s coming with light.

    The morning brings in
    fresh blessings, revealing
    new diagrams of meaning.

    (Raul G. Moldez works with the Office of the Sangguniang Panlungsod of Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. Earned AB English (cum laude) degree from Liceo de Cagayan (now a university). Writes poetry and fiction in English and Cebuano. Published in Home Life, Philippines Free Press, Bisaya, Ani 27, Sun.Star Superbalita, Sun.Star Weekend, Sunday Times Magazine, Poetry.com, Likhaan Online, Future Pinoy, Pen Pushers, Bugs and Bytes, A Critical Survey of Philippine Literature, Bituon Literary Journal, Crowns and Oranges, Peace Mindanao and Dalityapi, among other publications and online magazines.)

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