Diaspora
Turn the odd page:
Attest to age,
Word abrupt rage,
Climb on your stage.
Not much to say:
A brittle take,
A touchy play,
A foreign make.
Too wise to know:
Blunt angles show,
Not much to grow,
A discrete glow.
So here you are:
A foreign sore,
A foreign star,
A touchy bore.
See what I prize:
A feisty price,
A taunting vice,
Where's mad surprise?
Odd agenda:
A twist of fate
Strange diaspora,
A blush too late.
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2018
Singapore
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