Stark that contrast -
Rupununi bull stands
Thunderous and dark
That absence of colour against-
Savannah of golden brown,
Stretching to Rupununi horizon blue.
White flowers bloom with violent pinks -
On damp, black stems,
When no flower should.
He stands below that tree -
His fierceness pulls me free
I let myself go unafraid
We stand -
Staring at things that could not be
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