Morning at Laguna De bay

Wanderer's Song

Bright blue an immense depth
Of sky and lake
White diamond ripples rushing
In to break
Among grey limestone rocks
Dash to pieces
Of silver foaming froth.

Spring air full of wild cries,
Fond mating calls
Of wild ducks 'mid the lilies;
A hunter lurking
waist-deep in marshy lilies,
Bare torso brown,
Strained muscles shining in the sun.

Quivering with anticipation,
Trigger finger squeezed---
Bang! Bang! Air whirls
Wild quacks of frantic ducks
Aimed rifle shots, loud whirr of wings,
Swift flights of ducks across the sky.

Thrashing in the marshy lilies,
Duck, or hunter?
Sadness marks the hunter's search,
He missed;
Because he missed, my heart sings
With wild ducks
Breasting a blue expanse of sky.

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Luz and late husband Dr. Honorio Navarro


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