GrimFungus
here, where no one walks and
an osage ochard glooms the light
i cannot begin to imagine what
this clumpy lump could be
i bend and in bending smell
this thing that breathes
in and out in and out
a mushrom that’s become my kin
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A great poem where the speaker identifies with the natural world, and where the identification is sobering.