My Hometown

along the streets
the shophouses
languid in the morning
sunbathed with yellow lights

a whistling boy
open up the first door
a sundry shop
tended by a sleepy man

a coffee shop
with a lovely waitress
all of twenty one
smiling at all

a boy kisses his mother
and he walks to school
while a little girl
points at a falling leaf

a single car passes
followed by awed eyes
my hometown
nestled among the gentle hills.