Living museum, library of seeds, fruit so exotic climbing, pods forming, orchids blooming. Rainforest fronds frolic, unfurling against a glass ceiling that concentrates our puny sunshine into tropical beams. Horticultural multicultural magnificence. Immigrants thrive here, hothoused and cossetted, whilst outside the natives wave lavender lances and mint spears in the fresh English air. Tourists buzz in and out of the flowers, seeing and believing that all can live happily together in tempered, temperature-controlled glass houses and luscious lawns, if all stones are used only for drainage, and writing in the sand, never, ever, for throwing.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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