Yellow Fieldcap

Bolbitius titans


How could you be exhausted
before it is time to go, 
how could you think 
of leaving now? 

But I know what it's like
to stand in the meadow, 
slicked new, uncertain; then 
lit by the sure burn of noon.

Crows in their dinner 
jackets converge on almost 
leafless trees—look at how much
loose change is on the ground.