Kapuscinski writes about how man
evolves his environment and is molded
by it's roots, claws, terrain and germs-
Brendan and I walk through the rain
beneath the cap of one umbrella.
We are only two of the skinny stems
among the thousands
of multicolored mushroom caps floating
through the city.
I figured it out-
its not just that they were moved.
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