Duet Together we pick mushrooms in The field by the river Bruising penny-royal with our feet. Perfume drunk, we ask no names. We are children of the moment, Her hand plucking the fungi Warm, brown, comfort sure. Mine, pale, hesitant. Her eyes holding a world of love Mine, still searching. “Hey girl, here's a big one. Take half.” “It's yours. You found it.” Our hands touch and With half a mushroom She gives me unspoken manna. We pick again Side by side Sun caressing Time enveloping. Duet in the mushroom field. Alison Wright