(You dock your canoe, downstream of the capuchins.) This forest is a love affair. Fallen dinosaur fronds the shape of hearts, strewn like read letters, papier-mâché’d to the jungle floor. Mossy rocks besotted with droplets from recent rains, brushed by aerial roots from treetops too tall to see.
4. Into a Bright Clearing
4. Into a Bright Clearing
4. Into a Bright Clearing
(You dock your canoe, downstream of the capuchins.) This forest is a love affair. Fallen dinosaur fronds the shape of hearts, strewn like read letters, papier-mâché’d to the jungle floor. Mossy rocks besotted with droplets from recent rains, brushed by aerial roots from treetops too tall to see.