Jogging To Punggol Beach Crescent moon of the 7th month Beams gently down On the narrow, wavy path To Punggol Beach A string of amber bowls Hanging from metal branches Tears a winding path of brightness Amid scrawny trees Touched by an icy finger The drying floor The vapour of the woods The cracked rubber
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