by Leah Laiben
I dreamed of wild mushrooms last night.
They freed themselves from the earth
with reckless abandon.
They escaped from their dirt prison
one after another
erupting in such careless beauty.
I want to be wild,
to escape to freedom,
to be beautiful.
Hell, I'd settle for just bein' a mushroom.
Posted on 07/15/2007
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