on seed dispersal

! flood, come : wet the
wetland
. cells chime, molecules
bind : a body of water
stands up, stretching

rain-shaking hair slick
everywhere : here, the
sound
pitter-patter’s chatter, as
heard by earth. girth

of seasonal birth is a
surge that drowns this
world in aqua love so
tense, plants relinquish
genomes

of themselves, circumvent
. future floral instances
float trope, swimming
pool in hope of rooting
homesteads

from which to sew growth
, out further, at wetland’s
highest slope, a new note of
how melaleucas cope under
water

......& the paperbarks gasp
grasp air round themselves
holdfast as trunks dive &
descend & up, water table
bends


Scott-Patrick Mitchell (Western Australia)