Birthday
Poem
warbles and whistles and car horns —
my cottage in the city
mowing the lawn — hey, it’s Poh Seng's birthday!
low-flying chopper crossing the clear-cut — tree planters
half moon, the frogs chirping we put on our pyjamas
warbles and whistles and car horns —
my cottage in the city
mowing the lawn — hey, it’s Poh Seng's birthday!
low-flying chopper crossing the clear-cut — tree planters
half moon, the frogs chirping we put on our pyjamas