(From November 2018 through March 2019, I wrote one poem a day for 100 days at my Facebook page. While I get my act together to return to ranking things, I will be reprinting the poems here. I’m currently writing another 100 poems. Rankings will resume soon)
It’s hot and humid on the shadeless streets, even in December. Runners from around the world nonetheless crowd the street. Their place is slower than it would be in cooler climates. The route ends near the cricket field of Padang.
The parched runners pass
Singapore’s famed merlion
Its spit no relief