(summer 2001 Carmen, Bohol)
In a row
Mushrooms without stems
Scattered
Not really mushrooms
But bells
Without ropes
Kissing on a giant sand table
Like a chocolate but not
Like a green strawberry
I can’t describe fully what are they
It’s up to the tourist’s eyes
Either
For t-shirt souvenir
Or mailing post card
And for the blind
They are breasts of our mother earth
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chocolate-hills-first-impression/
