by corinna
a hundred years
in albert
swirling in white
stamped on spoon, bowl
and tray
sweet, savoury, savour
brown meeting orange like
sunset dissolving into the ocean
i seek for a hundred years
again and again
i leave satisfied
sometimes siraj sits down with us
and lavishes a
jamboree of shapes and textures
brick orange, chunky, thick, rich
into styrofoam bowls
we dip
the friendly sight of the
beverage man,
floral apron hanging from his neck
and tucked around his bulging waist
we know a hundred years
could use a friend or two
to make a hundred years
more beautiful
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This poem is about Albert food centre in Bugis - one of my favourite places to sit down for dinner (no pigeons at this time). The Bai Nian Niang Dou Fu is a must try, as well as Siraj's Indian Rojak. Look out for the adjacent drink stall uncle in his floral apron too!