so this village is still here
here without change
and if i stay here any longer
i am already
where i shall always be
here without change

in this village still here.
some things remain
some things pass,
some things are tired
bicycles arriving
cleaned bicycles departing.
and if today
not many people are arriving
do not change the day
to bring in yesterday
riding an old identity
which, anywhere,
has come and gone
every year ago.
and if you see a bicycle
leaning on the grass
neither tired or cleaned
then it is just resting
to make no sense at all

by Arthur Yap
from only lines (1971)


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