webs of life spiderweb at my feet
leading to a central point-
a lighthouse on a cliff, the conductor
of a fungal orchestra
their stems long and thick
like the pasta Mom taught me how to boil
caps soft and rubbery as if their genetics
provide built-in rain slickers and tiny galoshes
for their fairy confidants.
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PoetryA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
