There is a manicured jungle park/arborium along the Avenida Paulista In Sao Paulo.


There is a soft almost indigo light
that pervades the garden
Casting oddly velvet shadows
From trees and plants on
The moss framed cobble stones
That meander round corners
In sweeping bends
To accommodate the ferns
And hosta

Moisture pervades and adds 
the scent of composting generations
Wetting the cobbles
Dripping from leaves

Ancient trees canopy and 
Old damp stone walls 
Protect this oasis from the 
Roaring traffic just meters away

There is no sound here save
my muted footsteps
An oasis of guarded silence 
In a riotously loud city

Common wisdom suggests
Not to walk here at night
For the yin to my peaceful yang
Lie in wait

I choose to be here knowing that 
Peace will drive the other away

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Written on 2021-02-27 at 01:01

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I am immensely enjoying these chances to travel with you! These poems (your recent ones, describing far-off places) appeal to me greatly.