One drop of motor oil

rainbows on a puddle.

 

Limitless mileage

of mycelial felt tugs at roots.

 

Platters of map lichen spread

across the patient boulder.

 

Metastasis. Proliferation

screws up to war. Epidemics.

 

You’ve witnessed ignorance

stretch boundaries of hate.

 

When you yearn

for peace, cut sprigs

 

from the tub that tethers

run-away mint,

 

brew tea to tip

into a green cup,

 

pour love to all

gathered at your weary table.

© 2018, Tricia Knoll

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