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Burning Letters in August

By Willow Kang Liew Bei

Let the chill of the unfurling air linger

in withering bones. The national parks

have seen droves of songbirds

graduate, & their blithe escapades

unlike us, contend to the stillness

of frozen coconut shakes

At this time of the year,

collapsing ice cream trucks betray

the witless trust of chirping heralds,

as they say farewell on their busloads

Yet we remain where we were,

painter & muse moving about,

cocoon-like, in faraway lands


About the author:

Willow is a writer from Singapore. After school, find her reading thick history textbooks, aimlessly writing poems, and solving frustrating math problems, in a futile attempt to conquer boredom. Just make sure that her coffee bowl stays full.

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