 Hello, my name is Anita Odena Cruz. I immigrated in the United States in 1975. So pardon for my accent, I still have the Filipino accent. The title of my poem is Jasmine. It's about the climate change. I waited for the scent of Jasmine and the wind to sprinkle in the bits of white. I'm provoked for petals to exchange its color for your blue eyes. Did I, of this shirt, I last saw you in? You said you saw a bluebird hopping, wing broken in the left side, looking for the seeds. You said it strains, you cannot sleep, heaving sin in the infirmity of God's ways. Weeks later, there's still no rains falling over the land, now burning in heat. I have left you last night without waiting for you to wake up, limping, I grove down. I grove downstairs in the dark with a bag of bread and chicken legs for my next trip. I hope the Jasmine will stay longer to perfume the land throughout the summer days. You can still see the bluebirds hopping for seeds. Intense and hoping to exchange the heat with rainy skies. This late, you may know the ways of the birds, but not the unpredictability of the summer rains. Thank you so much.