(for Edwin Thumboo)
I sizzle to your poems –
last seen in Singapore
I duck into a hole in the wall café
only a short walk up Queen Street
where in styrofoam containers
hot and spicy prawns
have made it here
all the way from
the coconut palm coast of southern India.
Is this where poems come knocking?
As the kitchen door swings open
I glimpse an
amid his world of woks and hard working pans.
© Bob Orr 2015