Mushroom marauding

The ancient eavesdropper

Mushroom marauding

I doff my cap to you,
funnel-shaped fungus
with corporeal curves
that inspired
Georgia O’Keefe
and gill-like ridges
tickling the air as a
psychedelic paintbrush
beneath my nose.
What culinary delights
dance underfoot in
duff, dirt and rotten wood.
My eyes on alert for golden
chanterelle chalices
whose wrinkled skin is
akin to vegan pork
rinds, littered
haphazardly across
the forest floor.
My hands foraging
through layers,
digits delicately
dissecting
stems from
their secret
residence,
plopping
meaty morsels
into baskets,
proudly ogling
oddly deformed
puzzle piece piles
amassed on
one weekend
morning of
mushroom
marauding.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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