rousseau dreamt of africa
jungles with exotic animals lurking
naïve energy sprouting singly
as in lilies in clustered trees
pink bodies like grasses knitted
between green foliage & blue sky

as I shed my african sun walking london’s streets
chimney pots jostle for space echoing
people with stiff necks eyes averted
mocking me as I revert back to rousseau
forests in patterned leaves shooting upwards
deserts pale against the sky’s piercing colours
lines stretching unending abstracts
the equalizing of human and animals in landscape
a world without
feeling within                                 juli Jana