Second Floor

This is not a simile of
a languid afternoon—

The crickets clamber
at the woods of Toa Payoh

No forty winks
Not sleeping like a log
No lethargic daylight
Not idle bones

The thunder cracks from
those pallid clouds
As these hands clatter
the quiet dashboard

2011

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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