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My inner landscape is a mystery

A blank field with some flowers and puffy clouds

and an unseen underbelly of poisonous roots.

I don’t like to hang out here

and try to unearth what’s beneath the surface

when the house finches are building a nest

when the bunnies are nesting in the neighbor’s yard

when the grackles are strutting and mating

when the dogwoods are in bloom.

Leave me alone

and let me exist outside of my head!

Why must I be a human,

and not an oyster mushroom?

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Lol! Love it!

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Thank you! 😊

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Thank you! I LOVE that book— she really helped me look at the world in a new way!

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