Glory Be
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
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.
Dave Bonta
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