mysterious mushrooms magic themselves onto this earth
popping up as toadstools near the magic faraway tree
cherry red with white polka dots
nestled in green .
I spent my childhood hunting for these
I never saw them, not here in Singapore
but I saw different types here though
white spindlyfat, domed
which are poisonous and which are not I do not know
teach me to grow mushrooms
neither animal nor plant
you are in between
living off rot
tasting so meaty
a vegetarian's steak
you fulfil so many roles
none today
a dozen tomorrow
After the rain
truly like magic
overnight you appear
dewy and tall
and your thousand spores
ready to burst open
onto another day another world
when the world dies perhaps only you will survive
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