by Manahil Bandukwala
Dig heels of palms
into damp soil. Paw
for mushrooms
in rot of fallen trees.
We guess species.
Throw mushrooms
into frying pan, sear with
minced garlic. Forest ends
a metre
from where we sit
but it could stretch on
and on
and I would hold
your hand. Pluck
mushrooms under canopy
where no one
sees. Tucked into
shirt pockets, resting
on left breast, you are
my best kept
secret.
— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 3