Epizoochory

my dog emerges from the tangle of weeds

white puffs crown his wrinkled head
clinging for miles, before floating off in the breeze

i recall the meticulous diagrams in biology textbooks,
never describe the spiritual points surrounding seed-dispersal

the seed journeys as far from home as possible
keeping itself small and light, floating upon prevailing whims

my dog plunges back into the thistle with a sneeze