Buoyant
Floating by
Streams of pure fest
As wit prunes jest
As words spy
Simple say
As dreams now play
In odd strange ways
Tease this day
Buoyant stuff
Stop in brief browse
Touch does arouse
Just enough
Seizure light
Tampers stray fit
Watch how lost bits
Glimpse of wit
Venture thus
Heart knows the way
Soul grooms each play
Ere sad dust
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore
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