A Dreamscape Poem by Andrew Lee
A Dreamscape
Inside my Singaporean dreamscape in the dress of a haiku,
there are no blocks of HDB flats and no concrete forest.
Instead I keep walking like David Hockney's ageless figure,
a freak hiker who loves open spaces where no humans live,
and I flail about in the middle of a bottomless river
that runs across a different Grand Canyon that echoes
'The Persistence of Memory'.
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