A vacant lot
Beside a busy freeway
Taken back by
The jungle
Overgrown green looming reclamation
Of the human world
By the world itself.
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Further down the road
Towards the tourist beaches
Thick, hot air
Closes in like
The enclosing jungle.
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The road curves
Around the stinking mud
Of mangroves and
Past a lagoon
Low-slung vegetation tossed
Scatter-handed across the water
As white egrets
Glide breasts barely above the water
Duck-diving down into it
And always
Always
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The jungle waits.
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This place
A reminder of the
Story of humanity
Individual and collective
The story
The only story
The endless exercise
In keeping the jungle
At bay.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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