Polymorphisms

Playing at topiary
at four thousand feet

I trim the cumulus
into a squirrel.

~

Last night I dreamed
of the numeral 2
becoming a dog

it seemed odd,
a dalmation
with one black ear.

~

Grandchild birthed
from his mother

One shape
drawn from another.

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