A black and white
photo of...

Snow is white
because it is...

Why I always come back to you?
Might be the night breeze...

You always disappear
like Dandelions on a sunspot-filled road...

An Azalea
softly sings a song...

A Japanese Camellia,
the Rose of Winter...

Three Dandelions-
bent, teased by quaint Daffodils...

You cannot
reap Sampaguitas...

Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...

No one
will ever find...

Like the moon,
I don’t have enough lucency...

I find it unusual
to be reading recipe books...