Rain & mulch beget

fungi.  Fun & fungi time.  Isn't fungi a great sounding word?  

 

Is personal experience mulch for a poem?

The past is always present. Mind churns it over.

The body, never far from hunger.



Breakfast is dawn arriving on a plate. Nutty cheese, sliced apple and bread. Dab of rough-cut marmalade. Small notebook/pen. Dream, fodder for…