I saw some
mushrooms here together
growing on a log decayed by the weather
this morning they were here now reminiscences
the stools wild delicate looked like mottled houses
from afar build on the slopes on top of a hill spread
around dampened undergrowth on the ground
they settled well
ephemeral though
really I don't know
will they come home
again after the rain
on the log in the
shade  traces
of white
faces