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The jungle waits

The only story.

By Roderick MakimPublished 4 months ago 1 min read

A vacant lot

Beside a busy freeway

Taken back by

The jungle

Overgrown green looming reclamation

Of the human world

By the world itself.


Further down the road

Towards the tourist beaches

Thick, hot air

Closes in like

The enclosing jungle.


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



The jungle waits.


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.

nature poetry

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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