
rumbled and tumbled
over the river side dusk
with grasshoppers singing and
the little fairies hide
released into syncrasy
weak minded
if you’re tempted

climb it don’t
knock it ‘til you try it
let yourself
find it not where you’ve
bit but solemnly captured
saying damn am I lit

glowing fungi
who isn’t afraid to
quit or grow and seed
take all you want but
leave what you need