The Conservationist’s Convalescence

by Colin James


I have that feeling

plants could grow on your face.

The topsoil promised

should be adequate.

Downwards growth

pursuing light.

Tea ubiquitous.

In the evenings

tropical card games,

and the disparate dichotomy of dice

theoretically coalesced.

The Conservationist’s Convalescence

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