i had the good fortune to happen upon this beautiful Ghost Pipe plant deep in my woods when tromping around with Walter yesterday. It lacks chlorophyll, and seems to glow there on the forest floor. In recent years, the plant has taken on a highly desirable status for its medicinal qualities (google this), and there are selfish folk who track it down to harvest as much as they can find to sell for profit. stay away from my sacred woods, i say. Leave be the creatures that inhabit these acres of streams, moss floors, bowing treetops nodding in the breeze.
"I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear. "And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it's necessary
to talk about trees." - Adrinenne Rich "Revolutionary Road"
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