Tuesday, April 17, 2007



A child in the afternoon
Where the dandelions bloom
Like green and silver parasols
Bright against the boom
She waits sedately in the grass
Graylight’s hour coming soon.

Amongst the crabgrass in her yard
A girl is waiting for the sun
To dissipate between the cracks.
She watches the clouds come
Slow as feral dogs, as falling snow
As sunbeams come undone.

A draft is playing with the weeds.
Lifting off their lacy seeds, and,
Loosing interest, scatters them
Hooting, laughing, childish breezes
Petals settle on the girl,
Who also laughs and sneezes.

Speaking of Dandelions...

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