The earth beneath your wild feet,
awakened to dance in joyous chaos
in the mellow light of yore,
do you still remember, my dear?
frolic wreathed in dust
amid the domestic green
relic in the heart
The callus on your palms and heels,
now with night jasmine blossoms girdled,
how it navigates smooth on urban fabric.
Can you smell the idyllic purity clinging to it,
amidst the blended smoke smothering your autonomy?
hardened self home-trained
fragrance from sweats
homesick in new normal
The funeral in your belly
of soft rice jelly pulps in coconut milk soaked,
with floating soggy bread slices,
turned impermanence-gnawed,
into the dust of vintage debris.
mother's moke lat saung
desideration of past
loss of appetite
rivulets of grief dried into crisp
winter lawn where the cold dimness
and the warm light in recurrent shifts
that never weld: shadows of the bygone
in withered promise and the august harbinger
of the present unfolding the endlessness underneath.
continuous hide and seek
of the past and the present
tomorrows beckoning bright
maple clad foliage gives way
to the budding spring of this new city.
Do you still know that little lad, half-naked,
capering care free about his mother's rich spinach plantations of the distant spring?
letting go of burdens
birthed afresh in a new world
delicate nostalgia
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