Two squirrels climb a single trunk
an inch between them, change
direction, climb farther, he onto her,
she shimmies beyond his fervor,
this single surge in a forager’s day,
sex indistinguishable from hunger,
from urge to fight or flee, both cling
to bark as dragonflies cling to air,
as dandelion flowers launch, each
inverted umbrella trailing one seed.
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