the dog and i walk around the pond in the early evening.
he sniffs and i notice this tiny mushroom.
i notice how it is making its way up through a small, round hole
in the board, which makes up the make-shift bridge across
the tiny stream in the winter time.
the hole is no bigger than a penny and yet the mushroom
has found a way to flourish.
the dog seems uninterested. but me,
i think it is a lesson learned. . .