lost texts decay_---

Alford, MA, and Jug End State Reservation, August 8th, 2015
A hike with three new friends, made delightful by long meadows and Pat’s musings on double dactyls and chiasmus. When I told her, with reservation, that I had written a poem about the so-called “fungi Internet,” she was very enthusiastic. I knew we’d become friends. She’s a wordsmith, classicist and writer, and she has a golden tongue.

For Maddy + our fellow hikers.

Lost texts decay
composting into unconscious
humus, loam,
mycelial network
decomposing into peat
saving bodies,
mind, fragments
of bark, pith, pulp
   “Fuck you,” he said
I should write into
the poem.
   But that was your
   prompt, I said
     He dropped it,
   left it on the
forest floor
to be taken up by
roots,
flowing in siloes
up arboreal torsos
budding
flowering
pollinating one
another
   drinking in the
      sun
through new leaves.

Read a poem by Buck M.

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