the chainsawed end of a hemlock
Tag: fungi
The rain comes hammering on the plush roof of the earth.
After a while, it opens one by one its mush rooms.
Teeth sprung from their skull prisons
enjoy a second obsolescence as typewriter keys.
The sky of my childhood
was full of places to climb and sit.
sawed-off end of a log
now riddled
with openings
shelf fungi on a stump
even with these special seats
squirrels still make a mess
old bolete
gnats follow the branching cracks
in its skin
