a tiny mushroom grows from a tiny twig, dropping countless spores
Tiny Fungi [Haiku]
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light makes greens greener,
and clouds glow brightly; its lack
makes the blues bluer
bars at your back,
and their stripes
permanently etched
into one's field of vision.
so much so,
that you feel they're
a ubiquitous feature
of the world beyond.
the cage should be a hated place,
but one can grow to love the cage.
the cage is shelter.
the cage is delivery address
for food & water disbursements.
the cage forms rollbars --
like on a dune buggy --
protection in the event
of a sudden & unexpected crash.
the cage offers one a range --
narrow as it might be --
of distances at which one's captor
may be kept,
and, as long as the cage is shut,
that gives one a delightful
illusion of control.
what a hated place a cage should be,
and yet how conflicted are the captives?

full moon
over Fishtail Mountain-
breath swirls in cold air.

flip two letters
and prohibition becomes
invitation.