like a buttercup or a bumblebee,
your soft, sunny face
recklessly jubilant
in empty lots,
sidewalk cracks,
abandoned gardens.
You love to pop up
like a little joke in the tidiest yards.
Homeowners yank and spray at your unyielding roots,
but like a wild horse or a runaway train,
there’s no stopping you, dandelion.
Abundant and enthusiastic as the third chakra,
you delight children everywhere
who know your secret
edible milky stem
and how a friend who likes butter will glow yellow
when
your bright blossom is held
under her chin.

1 comment:
Those dandelions are AOK! I’m glad to see them every year.
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