To The Editor
after the lightning and thunder last night
the mushrooms begin to grow
under the banana shrubs
on those wet fields
you will see all of them
as i see them
and i will bring a basket to gather all of them
to offer to you
i trust you to choose the edible ones
the ones that we feed to those who are hungry
i trust you to throw away all the poisonous ones
outside the kitchen
but then i will go out again amidst the rain
and even deep in the night
to collect those that you throw away
i will look at them again
bring them in my room and try to see why
their lives are too short
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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