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Mycelium

A conversation

Invisible lines we draw between stars to tell a story to help us make sense

The cord of an old telephone curled around my fingers

The telegraph wire

The sealed envelope

The hard sitting down with legs uncrossed ears open

My arms around the tree

The indigo bunting staring back at me

The branching lines of taxonomy

The whale is me

The mycelium is me

The rocks are me

The sun is me

Everything seen and unseen is me.

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yes yes yes!

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Beautiful! I'm obsessed with mycelium. Love your poem.

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Thank you!

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Yes the mycelium - all connected.

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YES! I love this, Lisa.

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Thank you!

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This is wonderful, Lisa--very connecting and whole. Thank you.

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Thanks so much!

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What a gorgeous poem!

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Aw, thank you!

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