Mushrooms in the bark
lined tombs in the grassy park,
sun song fills the dark
by the minute-mart
a dead brown bird rigid in
Homerian grace
the bright college green
teams with spectacled meme spores
chatting with vessels
nestled on a green
thorny stalk, a weed lotus
opens lilac arms
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