On Em’s birthday,
Once in a million lifetimes
A mushroom spore took hold
With stout health in my
Enhancing the beauty
Of its terra cotta home,
It is Em ‘s being that caused its being,
Doing what neither you nor I could do.
Now we wait for Em’s act two,
For the wee folk to arrive
To slug down some cheap ale under the fungus cap,
To frolic, to romp, to cause a ruckus
To celebrate with Em, the power
Of a wish.
June 4, 2017