On a morning walk
mushrooms lined
the path
on the lawn
This evening walk
a toast to them
All those lined up
mushrooms are
nowhere to be seen
On the otherside
where 3 of them
one like a dome
On a small
conglomerate of
twigs
lay tow moths
in opposite
directions
one smaller
than the other
"why arent they moving?"
"you wont like the answer"
she wanted them in a jar
so they wont fly away.
"they wont move"
I imagined them
going home with me
sitting on a park bench
They made it into the
thin air
nau do gyarah
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