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dandelion

“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds
who only want to be loved like flowers.”
Heather Babcock

right after yesterday’s refreshing rain
fragile nascent life in hostile terrain
 
in crevasses in the asphalt pavement
weeds sprout like viridescent ornament
 
toughness and fortitude we all cherish
resilient, they persevere and flourish
 
soaking the sun’s rays refusing to die
tiny green leaves reaching out to the sky
 
its tangled roots cling to the barren soil
the sun hot enough to make water boil
 
seeking solace in the chill of the night
the evening dew alleviates its plight
 
the weeds refreshed thoroughly by morning
small green flower buds are now appearing
 
the tiny buds have blossomed by mid-day
golden yellow flowers, a striking display
 
bright vivid blooms evoking early spring
despite bleak bare unfriendly surrounding
 
which begs the question why is it a weed?
quite an aesthetic, quite lovely indeed
 
each blossom actually a flower head
with the florets arranged in a round bed
 
the flower heads, disks facing heavenward
like miniature suns in a cosmic yard
 
the sole attraction in the stark landscape
from the grimness a marvellous escape
 
splash of color in the asphalt surface
to the dire world excitement and solace
 
and weed though it be, no disgrace nor shame
lord of the weeds, dandelion its name
 
06-24-2021
© Vic Evora

“I was a dandelion puff...Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.”
nicole bailey-williams

I have been an dandelion executioner in my youth. I shouldn't have been.

#2021

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