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Only now can I comprehend
that a seed plant is no-thing
but a lacework of relations:
mycorrhizae embroidered onto roots
crocheted into the soil,
pollinators hovering in homage
to a flower
as if stitching
the pollen onto anthers
into the stigma
                  on the style
or seed dispersal agents
(like you or me)
tricked into being
    one more means
by which plants go cruising
 
- Brother Coyote (Gary P. Nabhan)
 

 

Comments (1)

  • anon

    I loved this poem! Thanks for sharing!

    Mar 21, 2017

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