A little island - marooned off in the concrete wilderness if singapore
A grove of trees
Forgotten perhaps ... ensconced between two major roads already undergoing re routing and change
An oasis of trees reaching to the skies
Kaplan river Corraled like a canal on a third side
A path almost no one takes
Takes me there
Silent
Hopeful
Praying no one notices them
Or the ground they stand on
How good a condo here will look
Prime location
Next to downtown line
Branches up as if to hide it's face or cry to the skies
Ignore me so I survive
Admire not my beauty
Once consumed can be belched out
Let me remain
Overlooked
And beautiful
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