Jungle Man... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Clear threshold clarity in a day
spontaneous band-aid with passing
the breeze dampened by pain
sharp of a broken heart that only
naked from the shy shadows
try to rest calm on the
prostrate waters that do not flow
happy in a dry riverbed...

Banks full of green moss are
beggars appear in the atrium of
the soul that in sighs calms the spirit
hidden among mocking branches
full of sullen leaves that fall
idle with the beating of the drops
of rain on a ridiculous dream
mysterious of pure flesh and blood...

John Bisner Ureña.