#155 The Huts In The Jungle...

The jungle was always full

of tiny insects and bizarre creatures

little mushrooms, purple roses

and green leaves spread all over..

All paths lead inward

with treacherous ponds and creaky bridges

random people in random places,

all the dead leaves steer nowhere

and every branch unfolded some new faces..

The huts were made of broken wood

off the fallen trunks

submerged into the wet mud

and painted with a mix of

cow dung and dried leaves..

It was hard to say if they are

re-painted with every passing storm

or even get washed away

for some tribes have lived here for long..

I stayed to know this man's companion

up close

looking in sigh, for a while

far away, in this wild...