Chanterelle Chatter 20081210
my fingers roam
to find a Creeper! a PEEPER!
a chanterelle
golden gills (false)
pushing up through the rough, the Scruff, - the DUFF!
of the east bay
The madrone, the live oak, and of course the bay
fill the ravine air
with their aromatic-photosynthetic snare
capture me, captured a whole civilization
that has come and gone.
And it wont be Long!
For us too.
Not next week or month or year
But tomorrow – our
marrow shall melt
feeding the rivers of smelt!
To believe in a species-
a city, a civy, a livy,
-eternal
is to turn a diseased eye to history
and to think our lives of
Debris are not Hubris
chanterelle in Oakland Hills - tasty
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