collected jungle

curled up tiny bits of leaf
on the branch of a
large open and fuzzy green stem
letting the colors grow
every day bleeding into the room
cupping the air and
tumbling bloom once in a while
each one rescued to the
dedicated care of a chlorophyll zookeeper
jars that look like mummified cactus
unorganized moss that looks like hair
nine succulents looking like a frozen choir
growing in every direction
little concerto of a praise of water
each one a statue of peace
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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