Mushrooms Will Sprout
From Our Sleeping Vessels

Those jilted boats in Port Meadow / with roaming feline guardians / I want to liberate them all / to make them loved again / draped with wisteria and roses creeping from the deck / we shall sail without our demonic devices / fleeing the limboed crossroads of the railway portal and dining hall / until our frames fatigue from suspended responsibility / and return to the Meadow’s infinite glow / to collapse in the field once again like caterpillars / the moist sod squished into our cocoon / mushrooms will sprout from our sleeping vessels / nourishing the truth seekers / and lovers of all that is forsaken.

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Jennifer Nolan