Month: April 2005

Ear­ly morn­ing, ear­ly Spring,
in the wet woods, crunch­ing
sticks. Search­ing for a mush­room ring

to fill our buck­ets. Hunch­ing
under a cob­web lan­yard,
the first line of a spi­der

doily, drip­ping, unmarred.
Steam­ing earth and wild onion,
mud and prick­le-this­tle scents

and our dif­fer­ence of opin­ion-
last evening’s rents-
mend­ing as we make

our way past old quar­rels.
In the woods, just awake,
search­ing for morels.
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