Walking about in woods again;
with Tarzan vines abundant
Where Spiderman must surely train;
where resurrection ferns wait,
humbled, for the rain.
Many captivating things
in this forest; some old,
some new, to me
Though, few birds, oddly;
perhaps the overhead routes of planes
has them scattered and intimidated.
Then, everywhere, and suddenly,
pendent scarlet lamps of Wax Mallow
A wildflower I'd never found before;
each path brings surprises, always.
There too, the ever sunbathing iguana;
yellow and black butterflies, monarch-ish
And a trail of bright pink blooms, pea-like;
blossoming as heaven sent valentines.
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