Inherit the Earth

It rains for two days; on the third day,
a fine mist in the humid air. Dampness

in your bones. All over the yard,
clumps of ringless honey mushrooms,

colonies thriving on decayed matter.
They are just the outer fringe; they

are almost unkillable. A scientist
described them as a humming

laboratory, a hive mind working on
a structure that will survive into

the future. Even the stump of a giant
oak that used to tower in the grass

is giving up its defenses—plate
after plate of dry, loosened bark.

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