October Haikus

01

My mother's soft tribal chants
remind me of Chulya:
Sleeping maiden, flowing springs.


02

Mists sweep Bontok's valley floor,
moist kisses on my breasts --
flowing milk on virgin earth.


03

(Reprise)
They ravaged my sister's home,
threw her to the river:
writhing soul in frenzied waters.


04

Your cheeks hint of Bay-yo's lilies,
mountainsides in bloom
awaiting the rains of summer.