Climate and other outdoor factors converge and create a landscape where mushrooms rarely thrive. When they do, I’m always fascinated by the fungal structures that peek from the suburban landscape before shriveling up and disappearing again. dormant sporeslurking hidingbidinghidden in cool crevicesdesiccateddown among nooks of decayundaunted by days of darkaridchillbut a reprieve water rain moisturesoaking the soillingering showersthoroughly wetting nooks and crevicescallingwakingbeckoningcaps to peek into the suna momenta daybrief appearancesreminders that dormant is not deadonly waiting forchance opportunityand spring rains. – bardo I am not a poet, but a friend has inspired me to read more of it and think more critically about its place in the constellation of my creative pursuits. Occasionally, Iā€™d like to post a poem here when inspiration…

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