Poem: To the Dandelions

 

To the Dandelions

 

the clouds,

those zinc lids on february,

open to your omens.

 your sensitive pores.

 

i dance to gather

the whisk of your touch,

cool under my naked soles,

 

and must ask:

 

why did the stars erode,

those discs of a shattered spine,

not alert or tangy or able to pout,

concerning this day?

 

why did they falter,

whose stellar wishes and silvers

pale before your fulgent, yellow blush?

 

maybe they knew--

how you adorn spring’s dress,

combed in turn by a susurrus.

you who herald the silks of sensuous 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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8/27/24 eds

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