Echoes
Random sounds drip
Drops of gossip
Small talk and wit
Now flow in fits
I seat and wait
By thoughtful gate
Echoes now swirl
In noisy world
Coffee brew haste
Bitter to taste
Footfalls now merge
As people surge
Queue after queue
To sip some cue
Weekday cafe
Mundane time strays
Espresso hot
Goes well with plot
Lines in my head
Rise and drop dead
Here wit puns rhyme
In secret mime
I think to me
Perhaps, maybe
Yes round and round
Stray echoes pound
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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