GATHERER

The spore of romantic thought
landed itself into the geometric alcove
of a sorrel mushroom–
a shriveled brain-trust.

The heart, that valve is all
about that soup,
if we could only suss
it out
of that dusty enclave
of shelved pipe dreams.

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