All along the overgrowing
old forest road, abandoned
by wheels of cars and tractors,
mushrooms in the autumn gloom.
In the shade of the old trees surviving,
of the thicket grown a jungle
on the logged side of the path, they
have their crisp fall resurrection.
15.09.2022
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