The Radio Of The Past Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
The Radio Of The Past
The silence is folded and put
under the clothes
You never forget to turn
the radio of the past
And a shadow came in
The memories layered
Like cookies are placed
~on the table
Together with a cup of tea
We enjoy together
The rickshaw stopped in the end
of the road
Sam Saimun hummed softly
What's on the corner of your lips?
And the curtain in the window blown off
(2014)
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