This age-old waning of the sun
has come for eons over this same view:

Mountains slowly smaller over millennia,
the sun, by fractions and particles,
smaller too. 

No one gave permission

to the last mushroom of the season

to be this plucky,

I pledge allegiance to the rivershed of San Miguel,

and to the undersurface of mycelial network upon which we stand,

our aspen roots and minerals and water…