Dream between Tropic Roads

First the demand, first

The great line of insects stitching

Imperatives into the ground, then

Above in the jungle, a hesitation -

But after a moment O!

The famished monkeys loop, vine to limb,

Riding and rocking wild on their perches -

Spring! Shake! The collector,

Quick! How the fruit sticks! Harder!

But alas always one monkey ungrips

And soars, and the others shudder

To a halt and at last

The constrictor below whirls faithfully

Home, following

The great line with the answer

Swaying in his jaws,

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