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Class of 19
Residential College: Cendana
Email: michelle.lee@yale-nus.edu.sg
Cliffs of Moher
I boarded the bus at dawn,
taste of a dead language still on my tongue.
We rode on through the dark
till the light caught up with us,
strangers in our rowing locks,
blinking startled at the blinds.
Four hours later we turned a bend
and the sun crashed through the window
rippling madly across the waves.
Verb conjugations take flight
on a draft of fresh air,
my mouth an oh! of delight.
Vikings must have landed here long ago.
Having walked for miles,
I dangle my legs off a precipice.
First Winter
We were children,
experiencing snow for the first time,
breathing words like smoke
into cold air.
Our mouths forming shapes,
trying to inhale warmth;
groping at each other with
mittened hands
for some tropical island,
far away from here.