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
