Sitting high at the back
end of the bus
eye height to
the tilt top tray
of a truck
relocating
pieces of grey green
granite
each one microcosmed
with moss and
symbiosis
every tiny spore
which crept there
into crevices of
perfect weather
every fungal
filament
angled just so
into the sun
the rain
shadow and the run
preparing for
wearing and the long haul
and making their
little contributions
are all undone now
exposed into the
afternoon
on sharpish edges
lichen will likely
wither for we
never quite recover
from the shock of
transportation
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