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.