Your weir catches needles and releases spore
A soft toy from Spencers,
A frog at the bottom of the maple syrup bucket
I touched you and you made my fingers sprout
Out of old green useless knobs
Fungus, your kingdom is closest to mine
Spread closer and grow me another brother
We’ll put him in that dark room out back,
And pull the shades down so we can’t smell the earth
Creep back up from him and make us remember his stump mother
His gold mold shining on the seal of every future dollar
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