Walking With Friends
My new black sneakers are
grey for the first time –
crunching around Bedok Reservoir,
kicking up clouds of dust.
I used to want to be an archaeologist,
though I do not enjoy dust and heat.
Can I dig up wonders
without the sweaty work?
This evening, our dust-caked shoes
pad parallel indents into the path.
The stirred up dust makes us tear up.
But being seen, too.