Mushroom
Grief is a mushroom
It will be back
Vivid and strange or
Tasty wide and flat
Somebody said this
Much smarter than me
This is how it is and
This is how it's meant to be
People talk too much
I just want to leaf curl
Glow motes lift, swirl
By our touch
People wanna pin
Their flags in us
I just wanna seed fall, fold soil
Round the little time for us
They say the trees
Have the Internet
Chat room chatter
Is the axe a foe or friend?
And they say the sea
Has an exit plan
Wind in our towels
Ice cream in each hand
People talk too much
I just want to leaf curl
Glow motes lift, swirl
By our touch
People wanna pin
Their flags in us
I just wanna seed fall, fold soil
Round the little time for us
Grief is a mushroom
It will be back
You're off into the woods
With a little brown paper bag
Scattered motes, a memory
Your hand is in my hand
Now I am growing older
Just because I can
People talk too much
I just want to leaf curl
Glow motes lift, swirl
By our touch
People wanna pin
Their flags in us
I just wanna seed fall, fold soil
Round the little time for us
© Brendan Bonsack
April 2024