Visiting Malacca
Shirley Lim
Some one lives in the old house:
Gold-leaf carving adorns the doors.
Black wooden stairs still stand
And wind like arms of slender women
Leading to the upper floors.
It is as I remembered,
But not itself, not empty, not clean.
Some one has scrubbed the sand -
Stone squares and turned them red.
The marble yard is
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