Singapore

The smell of rain reminds me of where I was born
Torrential rain in small quantities and floods
In place of somewhere I’ve gone

I was told that the increase in pressure and temperature from lighting causes thunder
And I remember dark skies over forests and transmission towers
Falling rain on falling sonder

Dripping off green and petrichor winds
Drenched only in remnants of scenes in time
We are ichor left skinned

Drifting slowly I dream of radio news in mandarin
Barley is good for you
My dreams are saccharin

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Mildred Cheng