The Dandelion oh dandelion, king of weeds, yellow crowns carrying
once a glory, fluff in the air, blown away like wishes. all the wrong or right ways to grow, from sidewalk cracks and garden beds.
miracle child you cast and scatter, making lost dreams seed again. what is your secret?
you break the silence first in the morning, and everywhere among traffic, while I sit here sketching
life’s wild insistence, the dare of you, courageous and soft between fingers.
Anne Waldman
- Anne Waldman