The weight of a grapevine is greater than vines
The trellis bends where branches thicken while
the leaves burst and then they fade while
the fruit thickens, thickens, and turns from green to wine
And all of this is just a drop of weight,
hardly counts as half of all the pull
where hornets build their nests and full
colonies of ants rise up to suck the sweet
where their aphid farms grow, I know
the birds build nests there, and the lizard
sings in twilight on the vine, a whole
world waits for grapes to be delivered
Oh, hungry, hungry caterpillar, swollen
on the vine, cocoon thyself, there,
Become the seeds, all seeds, flung into the air
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