By Maya Green
You sat in the clearing:
In a dark hole in a ruin
Between poplar trees, growing
Just like your hair, all pulled back
Slippers unhinged
Two strings, just it
Sunglasses gleaming
Your hands, you cradled the air
Transduced
I felt the sway, I felt it, yes
I’ve long since returned
And ever since: I’ve meant it
Dateline:
6.09 AM
Shah Alam
Selangor DE