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.
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