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WATERSLIDES IN AUXILIARY HOSPITAL WASHROOM by Daniel Thompson

 

Jungle

Alright 
I know what you’re thinking
but let’s try to keep things
in balance

Fear-mongering 
within fig trees
and bright eyes
beyond and before
backgrounds
spark inspection 

She turns her head
She turned her head

They know when
you’re a goner
the elders
they’ll need to carry the youngers 
to a faraway point
it’s for the Greater Good

climbing up
without thinking
she flits
and turns her head

some things
have thumbs
and others
do not need them

A great old guy falls
and all the trumpet plants
dance at its funeral

set it all
adrift
in search for the figs
in the little tree

She does her best 
for thorough examination

The young are 
counting on this are
like a tree frog
leaping in slow motion