The chanterelles lie in the rain-soaked leaves
like orange hibiscus flowers. In the dirt,
mycelium communicates unseen
with rootlets of an oak. Your eyes revert

from mine back down to scan the muddy ground
for mushrooms – I can tell you Latin names
for each; and where each species can be found;
and when to look for each kind after rain;

and which Lactarii are good to eat,
and which you will regret; and how to tell
the “Jack-O-Lantern” glowing at your feet
(an O. Illudens ) from a chanterelle.

I’m so well-versed in fungal quiddity –
but six years in, you’re still a mystery.