#poem Jungle, Constructs

 

 

 

The jungle dances

In mango trees

 

To the beach

Egrets circling

 

Circling back

Opposites here

 

An extinct

Curiosity

 

Here the line

From nature

 

To construct,

Weed to crop,

 

Spirit, flesh

Shakes, withers

 

Like a lizard

Dying in the sun

 

What was never two

Joys that it is one

 

Men go to work

Concepts lost

 

Ideas impervious

In the day’s heat

 

Good, evil

Rich, poor

 

Machete and

Water bottle

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