"on a walk with you", Ryan Yeo
often you don’t need to speak.
you’re good at letting the route
do the talking. look, it seems
to say, no matter what happens
the sun still spills its yolk
into the sea, stirring itself
like a bowl of ban mian.
the waves still lap at the shore,
rich and bursting with flavour.
around the bend, friends
chatter about getting dinner.
a golden retriever chases a ball.
when the sky changes colour,
the birds will not stop chirping.
tomorrow, the path will still be here,
caked in the same golden hue.