bindweed seeds get high
in a gray squirrel’s gut
Convolvus winding
into a green sky
the ghetto of goldfinches
and spiderling balloonists
boundless
squirrel like a primate ancestor
what gets traded away
for a gift of visions
which buried treasure maps
slip from memory
allowing scatter-
hoarded acorns to sprout
in your gray squirrel mind-
turned-world
a whole forest grown
from the unconscious
how the morning will glory
in those oaks
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Please note that I have no idea whether squirrels in fact get off, intentionally or otherwise, on seeds in the Convolvus family. It was just a fun prompt for a poem.
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