Ann and Marlo in front of their ancestral home
San Vicente, Ilocos Sur (Megabooks)
They wait for the buffalo
that pulls the cart
as I search the fields,
cross the river,
gaze over the hill,
onto the prairies of old,
repeating the call
that reverberates
over the plains
where a great
civilization perished.
What will I tell my children
now the buffaloes are gone?
In time they will understand.
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