No.20, Lorong Toh Aka Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

I sit quietly
sipping fukamushi
along this one-way road

Thinking -
of aging populations,
abandoned love hotels,
shuttered mom-and-pop shops,
and that sencha farmer in Toyota-shi
(whose farm I've never visited)
counting off his days
without a successor -

along this one-way road.
Lined with aging houses,
encroaching development,
and millennial instagrammers
complaining,

that their matcha lattes
should have been made sweeter.