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Poems of Our Local weather is a weekly poetry column run by Sofia Baluyut ’23. The column was based by Oliver Egger ’23 as part of the literary journal group Route 9. Submit and skim previous problems with The Lavender at Route9.org. If you’re involved in having your poem featured on this column, Poems of Our Local weather, please e-mail your work on to [email protected].
Our Bay in Atlantic Metropolis
This banig we lay on the silky shore yearly—
As soon as towered over all, flowered as buri palm,
Now dried by the solar, flows by the ocean.
On this bay of marbled sand and crying boats,
My Papo sits on the rocks, sways his web,
Because the spring sprouts as soon as extra,
He waits for the stream to softly hum
The music he remembers from dwelling.
The dilis swivel by way of the cloudy water,
However everyone knows—we might fairly see them swim
Within the boiling, effervescent oil my Lola
Pulls them into and pushes them out of—
A present of neverending taste.
Papo kicks, splashes, paddles closest to the rope,
We submerge our heads, till our eyes burn,
Till our pores and skin is salt, till our fingers attain theirs
Those he left, those I have no idea.
This water is the one place that touches
Our dwelling right here and our lavishing land there,
Each time we come again, we swim additional
Catch extra little fish, in order that he can say
He nonetheless remembers.
In regards to the Poet: Madison Macalintal is a Filipina-American from New Jersey who lives for boba and any meals cooked by her grandparents and mother. Her writing is commonly impressed by water and items of her tradition influenced by her reminiscences and her household. In poetry, Madison loves getting to decide on what elements of her story are truthful and what elements she needs to reimagine for herself.
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