#441 (deep web)

A watermelon girl

and loads of iced water.

No end to the drought, yet I

found weird berries and purple

blossoms. And a wind wheel, attached

to a construction fence, an actual wind

wheel, whirling happily while the clouds

kept nagging me with inconstancy, denying

more than just rain.

The meadows feel like prairies, even the trees

started withering. Ground water levels running

low as if Gaia was pulling everything into her core

unbothered by superficial growth and decay.

As long as the mycelium connects, the nutrient lowway

bridging Flora and Fauna, the deep web of fungi,

I won’t stop hearkening into the soil.


© Matthias Grupe, 21st July 2018

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