This is an improv of "The Broad Bean Sermon" by Les Murray. The way that I improved this one was through finding language that I liked from the piece and making something different from it.
Beanstalks, in any breeze, are recruits
in mint spiders tense and ripe. Proffered
new greenstuff appear more above the
cat and mouse floor, sagging like black
flags. Till you ask about dolphins and
edible meanings, you grin with happiness
and vow to keep the remaining weeks sane.
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