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Wind Drift

Saturday flings Sensorial pleasures; Refreshing rain ~~~~~~~~~ A gift of somnolence Moments on a breeze; Drowsy airy feel ~~~~~~~~~ Beyond these silk curtains An uncertain world; Looking not seeing ~~~~~~~~~ Daughter's simple hair braids Charming sight to see; Wavy murmurings ~~~~~~~~~ Stroll by this old shop Ancient owner smiles; Dialect greeting nods ~~~~~~~~~ Faces in a crowd Too many to remember; Abrupt perfume swirls ~~~~~~~~~ Such sweet charming eyes So mesmerising; Lover styles smiles ~~~~~~~~~ Conscious awareness comes To sleepy interlude; Nightfall paints dark ~~~~~~~~~ Dragonflies chase morning Across the muddy pond; Lotus blossoms ~~~~~~~~~ Green frog floating Twin eyes stare; Set sight straight ~~~~~~~~~ Common fare for each Feasting on simple; Happy smiles at me ~~~~~~~~~ Stray wind drift Soft chill on my skin; Autumn exposure ~~~~~~~~~ Laughter now enroute Wit plays with fun; Happy faces here ~~~~~~~~~ Cosmetic surgery A new facial expression; Defer timely ageing ~~~~~~~~~ Electronic ink stains Words emerge the same; Rhyme clusters ~~~~~~~~~ Death comes too late Life in weary strides; Death before dying ~~~~~~~~~ Evil plots to live The good die young; For wrong reasons ~~~~~~~~~ This old tree speaks Ancient language unknown; Talks to the wind ~~~~~~~~~ I sit and wait for words To fling and hurl and shout; Poetry sums ~~~~~~~~~ By that Chinatown street An old scholar's garden; Bamboo moongate ~~~~~~~~~ Chinese calligraphy Cryptic beauty adorns; Profound symbols ~~~~~~~~~ Fast food menu For Me n U; Upsize perhaps ~~~~~~~~~ She murmurs in deep sleep My darling wife dreams; Charm watches ~~~~~~~~~ Starry constellations Quiet conversations; Absent words preside ~~~~~~~~~ Leon Enriquez 20 September 2014 Singapore

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