Roundabout
Old mulberry bush
We go round and round
The same funny snooze
As roundabout grounds
The same old lines found
In our childlike steps
To ground our sad rounds
With a lost mind map
Old echoes stray here
As if by odd chance
To breathe ancient spheres
In apt frolic trance
Our distant past greets
Our nursery years
Where strange symbols meet
Our lost hopes and fears
Here old wishes stream
A ring of roses
In odd weary dreams
As laughter poses
It seems so funny
That old times come back
Old faces sunny
In flashback and slack
We seem to recall
The good old days there
In hallway footfalls
Just when, how and where
Exit and entrance
Life in full circle
A subtle distance
Those fond popsicles
And yet we now know
That the ghostly sight
Is but a sad show
In surge of last light
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2018
Singapore
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