ThisIsDating

I’m like that

Acorn that’s freshly

Fallen from Mother

Oak landing on

The carpet of

My older brother

And sisters carried

By squirrel and

Buried as bounty

Far from home

Coddled in earth

I survive the

Winters wasteland above

Drink drops of

Water and in

Spring pop an

Arm and dig

Myself to sunlight

This is dating