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She Appears, the Jungle

Caron Andregg


She appears, the jungle
Rumbling in her hair
Each footfall the chuff
Of grassy tigers
Musky scent of fruit bats
Drips from the trees
Waiting for the releasing
Dark.

Then she is gone, trailing chaos
And all that fails to fill
The space left by her leaving
Jagged as a new wound
While the pulse
From a thousand TVs
Paints the evening
Black and blue.

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