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Keith, this is so fine. I love thre fungi imagery, and these lines "

Keith Aron

Big Blue Sky Dragonfly

2 hrs ago

Your title, rooted in the implication of your last line, worked for me (the whole poem worked for me!). I will confess that my inner rhymer was dying to find a way to add in the word "oasis" after "stasis," particularly because of the way you tied "thirsting" and "parched" together (you know how I can get about rhyming). Here's my poem, which is also a sort of reversal on the prompt:

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"Choices made without

the sunlight of consciousness

are not choices at all

but reactions

that erupt like fungus

from musty corners within,

feeding off the carbon fixation

of unhealed wounds

and

unmet needs."

Oh, so good. and the ending is genius!

"With the next stiff wind,

spores drift complacently,

mushrooming easily, invasively.

Silently

carpeting over every

path home."

Your poems are always a magnificient read!

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Thank you for your kind affirmation, Larry - so glad you liked it :))

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