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Remembering the Zoo
I remember going to the zoo
when I was a young girl. My favorite spot
was the swamp exhibit. I was the one kid
that would read all the information cards
and signs and could stay the whole day
in that room. There were alligators
and otters and owls and black widow spiders
and centipedes and herons and ducks
and fish and fish and more fish.
It smelled damp and colorful
in that building. You could smell
each living thing breathing and moving
and swimming. It was dark
and there was dust building up
in the faux vines that hung from the walls.
The sounds of the bug life and water splashing
and boats revving through the water
were all coming from speakers
but I really could touch that water.
I was really riding on those boats,
and I could feel the insects flying into my face.
I forgot I was at the zoo.
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