Botanical Gardens

By | 12 February 2026

plane trees wear their freckles proudly
cloudy sky smell of loam

i try to walk in heroic couplets
cautious prophylactic rhythm
prescribed by the physio my lord and saviour

i remember malls as excruciating
stop start constant ache
inevitably screaming i don’t even want a hat

the artificiality of learning to walk again

a tropical terrarium in the driest state
a taxonomy of ‘useful plants’

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