Jungle Mane Part 1
Grant Hope #59
The time of glorious day begins to rise
on this lush rainforest trek
Suddenly as I step over one infinite branch and stone
there is a maiden wild, fair, and grown
Am I succumb to the vaporous heat of this equator zone?
Hazlenut Red
the length of hair immeasurable
untamed but somehow as straight as nature holds manageable
Jungle green
eyes as rich as the oxygen the bush gives
focusing locked on my presence determinative
Intense curiosity steering to palpable recognition
seeming to acknowledge I am human
Shoulders relaxing
I am not sure as she opens her lips
whether red-freckled silence beckons me forward
or asks to stand still longer
Amongst the ibis and hoatzin of the air
behind the curtain of stems and leaves there
Her skin sticks out like a picked mango
against backdrop ripened lime
Turning to face me again
hand stroking endless mane
as the day rises
so does it shed darkness
exchanging for that which is inexplicably fair
Gems in creation even in the deepest of forests
deepest of hazelnut red locks
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