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


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