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Fungal Glory: a poem by Jayne Bryson

Updated: Mar 16, 2021



Thick creamy petals;

A soft, velvet nap to each;

Frilled edges overlap.




A garland

To the lost majesty of its host;

A giant, as before,

Yet barren, now,

Lightning-struck, perhaps.




Such abundance

For no purpose,

It seems.





Only to draw the gaze;

To call, softly, as we pass –

Look –

At What lives on

After the end.





See –

What beauty exists –

Just because –

It can.

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