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Music and mushrooms:
two words next to one
another in many dictionaries.
Where did
he write The Three-Penny Opera?
Now he’s
buried below the grass at the
foot of High Tor.
Once the season
changes from summer to fall,
given sufficient
rain, or just
the mysterious dampness that’s in
the earth,
mushrooms grow there,
carrying on,
I am sure,
his business of working with
sounds.
That we
have no ears to hear the
music the spores shot off
from basidia make obliges us
to busy ourselves microphonically.
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