In the Begonia House of the Wellington Botanic Garden

It smells as you'd expect it to in here.
The odor of decaying foliage is
Overpowering, pressed up against
My body by the hot and densely
Humid air. I shuffle on the slimy
Path between the palms and jungle
Plants, the ponds with fish and
Water lilies. I can't tell you why
I've come. I am a man who has
No goals, but likes to go and look
At things, so it makes sense that destiny
Would one day bring me here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-02-28 at 21:13

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