By Willow Kang Liew Bei
Below a cornfield sky contoured
by careless azure strokes,
we forget about chasing boars, instead
follow the railroad into new cocoons,
the children humming like bee swarms,
crystal ball visions abandoned
for newer, grander adventures
on bubblegum horizons
& I’m in the East with a inky wish
for peace, mourning the end
of lavender fields & orange trees
when the campfires are lit,
fireflies sing prophecies of the present
in the present, too, we follow the North Star
I sit at seat 33, beside a devotee
of eternity,
birds/souvenir shops
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.