Salvatore Ala - Amazon

What can I do with all this wood
Lost for a year to the Amazon river.
I squeeze a beam and feel the jungle
Ooze through my fingers.
I look at the drowned wood
Through the red earth tones in the grain
And I am submerged in thought,
In a flooded forest amid a river of leaves,
Where the freshwater pink dolphin
Swims between time and myth.
What can I do with lumber so wild,
So drenched with Amazon
It warps like a river in a dream.
Who can cut down a jungle rain?
Who can hammer nails into water?
Even to burn it might begin a river.

Salvatore Ala

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