Poem: To the Dandelions

 

To the Dandelions

 

the clouds,

those zinc lids on february,

open to your omens 

 and sensitive pores.

 

i dance to gather

the whisk of your touch,

cool under my naked soles,

 

and must ask:

 

did the stars erode,

those discs of a shattered spine,

not alert or tangy or able to pout,

concerning this day?

 

did they falter,

whose stellar wishes and silvers,

to pale before your winsome blush?

 

maybe they knew--

how you adorn spring’s dress,

combed by a susurrus.

you who herald the silks of corn

 and delitescent orbs of spiderweb.

please 

enchant me one last time,

while i skip imbued

with the skyblue daisied glee

of a child.

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6/26  .. eh

8/27/24 eds

Anniversary of my brother's death.  He liked sunflowers ... but somehow this has turned out as dandelions.