Forty-odd years, a smidge of time to fungi;
its hidden place and past just now revealed:

a gentle sinking of soil, a couple feet across,
and just overnight a magical cluster has risen.

From the depression, Armillaria tabescens
ascends in pale ochres and soft red-browns,

honey mushrooms, to seek and tease light,
and us, for two or three days at most before

melting back to a bioluminescence world
and the long forgotten, nourishing stump 

devoured and reincarnated in their galaxy 
of patient life and humming green light.