Up through the leaf litter
through the dust, the twigs
a mushroom grows
in the quiet off the parking lot
in the shade of the old oak
a small cap and sturdy stalk
grows into the light
willing itself up
through the weight
the ground and clutter above
keeping it in the dark
August 2, 2006 13:01
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