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Return to Kuantan

Some memories are a shoe
outgrown with the years.
The pearls of light hung on
the harbor like a necklace,
had been replaced by towers
rising from the bay, sparkling
like a studded shirtfront. I felt
my guts twist into a knot.

I tried to bring to mind the smell
of spices, of shrimp sizzling
in the stalls near the bleached sands
of Telok Chempedak, as the ship
eased toward its assigned berth.
I rummaged in my memory for lips
redolent of mint, and breasts
the hue of small, ripe bananas.

Fifty years have passed since
I sprinted up a gangplank, eager
to begin the journey home.
How could I know that day
I would never leave the arms
of the Eurasian girl from Singapore,
who'd live in my desire like loss,
unrecoverable as time passed.

By Oswald LeWinter

QLRS Vol. 3 No. 1 Oct 2003


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  Other Poems in this Issue

On Silence
By Mark Pirie.

By Mark Pirie.

Mouth Piece
By W.B. Keckler.

Here Russia spreads her legs like the body compass of a prima ballerina
By Ronny Someck.

modes of transport
By Shazanah Hassan.

Planting Mines
By Thow Xin Wei.

The All-Night Attendant at the Foreign Experts' Compound
By Charles Lowe.


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