Green Ficus

a fig,
growing in a tree,
just out of reach,

a fig clings on,
an oject of desire.


its tree is ancient,
overlooking ruins,

we saunter by;
we've places to go.

there's ruins to see.
and people to see

(tourists everywhere).


nevertheless,
a fig has charm.

walking past,
one has to think
about the flavour.

(mouth-watering)


mind-racing:
how to escape
from the crowd,

how to go back
to a time when
crowding wasn't
all that bad.


people have fought: 
killed and died

for these lands for 
thousands of years.


and what is left?

a fig,
growing in a tree,
just out of reach













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