Saturday, April 11, 2009


She said
You've lost faith in humanity.

Ripening in the sun
the dandelion bursts
open and becomes
like snow.

I blew
on the ball
watched the seeds go
flying. Made a love
chant, which too floated
in the air.

Instead there were more
A world wide weed.
They are tasty
when fried, eaten whole.

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