The Dandelion
I am a dandelion
Always growing where no one wants me
Simple, but symmetrical
Lovely even
My yellow is not a cowardice
My name is “Teeth of the Lion”
For Heaven’s sake
I carry healing in my wholeness
I carry hope along the winds
Though never seen, never noticed
Unless I’m in the way
Of your never ending sameness
The perfection of the lawn
But right in that dull repetition
Is the perfect place to spawn
The perfect place to let dreams fly
The perfect spot to breathe a sigh
Simply being who I am
9/11/22 kdc
Songs From the River 