Acorn by Michael Channing


by Michael Channing

whether it lands
by squirrel's grace
in fertile soil
with space enough to spread
or is clapped
between sidewalk stones
in narrow veins of earth
if swallowed by water
by wind or by vole
if captured in cotton
fated forever the size of a solo cup
an acorn remembers
its future

Keep Your Filthy Hands Off My Future

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