By Mushroom Montoya
I floated
down the zig zag path
To
cast a net around those trees,
To
get down on my knees,
And
scoop a bowl full of gurgling stream,
Sprinkled
with moss, berries, and banana slug slime.
I
opened my pockets just in time
To
pour the quacks and chirps
The
birds and ducks dropped along the shore.
I
wanted clouds to carve a trail
from where
you are
To the
dragonflies,
whose
gossamer wings
Sing sparkling
starlight into our eyes.
I
wrapped a box with buzzing of bees
And
tied it with a ribbon of mossy aroma
From
the moistened forest floor.
When
you open the box
You’ll feel the fox
Stroke
your cheek
With
evergreen ferns
Growing
at all of the turns
And twists
with the will o’the wisp
Of this
green leafy forest.
