make room

now is the time

of the mushroom

that looms

in the loam

and blooms

like a poem

and unfolds

like a foam

a lark

in the dark

now lit

by a spark

unbeknownst

til i awoke

to the joy

of its joke

the surprise

to my eyes

in still gray

the sun’s rise

now is the time

of the mushroom

make room

much room