Here is a little change of pace. I have a friend who is a mushroom hunter. She called this weekto say she had happened on to a big stand of chanterelles. Jan took the call and told her I did not want any.
Say what?
Chanterelle is the common name of fungi in the genus Cantharellus. They are among the most popularly eaten species of wild mushrooms. They are orange, yellow or white, meaty and funnel-shaped.
a severed midnight
taking the calls of a thousand
dreaming souls, fading
i wonder if the rain will wash us away
drifting into a somnolent embrace
against clashing tides of aegan
until i have sand between my fingers
breathing in the hawthorn blossoms
reaching again until it falls
and stops crying beneath my feet
just close your eyes and softly
rest amid sounds of synaptic crickets and
faint traces of chanterelle
between your slightly-open mouth
waiting to hold onto forbidden auguries
coalitions of sweeter reveries
i couldn't find behind your eyelids
and then, perhaps, after a million years under
the stars, i'll open my eyes to revelations
the light sleeps on. where can we be alone to watch them?