Call of the Jungle

Simon Mol

Number. Back to numbers;
One to Infinity
‘Now’ to the beginning lost in count
like a string of silk blown by the wind that falls—
winding its way through grass.

Rain—sound of Rain,
reign nonstop.
How to reach out Memory—
Grasp June again,
Squeeze those seconds
Touch Space, feel leaves,
Smile… hold on,
Smell dew in Jungle air and be healed over again?

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