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Mushroom hunting at the ski basin, I spot

a bloodred amanita pushing up under fir,

find a white-gilled Man On Horseback,

notice dirt breaking and carefully unearth

a cluster of gold chanterelles. I stop

and gaze at yellow light in a clearing.

As grief dissolves and the mind begins to clear,

an s twist begins to loosen the z-twisted fiber.

A spider asleep under a geranium leaf

may rest a leg on the radial string of a web,

but cool nights are pushing nasturtiums to bloom.

An eggplant deepens in hue and drops to the ground.

Yellow specks of dust float in the clearing;

in memory, a series of synchronous spaces.

As a cotton fiber burns in an s twist

and unravels the z twist of its existence,

the mind unravels and ravels a wave of light,

persimmons ripening on leafless trees.