A reflection on the water
shows a spray of verdant tendrils,
a willow tree.
The sweet smell of camellias waft this way,
their fleshy leaves glistening.
I pick up the fruit of cacti,
growing like bulbous warts on tubular stalks
with its fringe of orange flowers still intact,
and taste its bittersweet juice.
Sights, smells and sounds.