late Sunday morning we drove west and then south, where it flows for us

stopping for lunch. camping provisions. a small town.
this being the first week of June, well buttoned up and dreamy.

the exact location, undisclosed
we went hunting for magic, first

identified and named: I am the most potent ever
finally found.

we stayed for one of them.
who has been coming here for years, 

and, I was mildly paranoid about being recognized.

in the yurt, the gift they were willing to give me.

like in an office, looking at some images on their computer, 

pulled off a small pie. felt pressed from mushroom fibers. 

“See what fits.” 

most were too big for me, but I found one 

and thanked them for the gift. 

surprisingly soft and almost weightless, 

I felt silly in my head, so I carefully packed myself away.