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Way Home

05.06.14 Posted in today's words by

Deborah Wong was born and raised in Kuala Lumpur. Her recent poems can be found in Mad Swirl, Eastlit, Banana Writers, and Message in a Bottle. Visit her blog.

Way Home
By Deborah Wong

Meow for milk
Hear me kiss you
In this frangipani garden
There’s a bark
For a bone that sounds alone
Locket hanging to the gold
My calico pounced on me
Snow husky chasing us
To stop in front of the entrance
Where a grey convertible parked

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