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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