A Dandelion
i opened the car door
and a dandelion found its way in
it was. . . it was grand. . . like it can. . . be. . .
before it allows itself to grow old
and lets me blow. . . it away
but isn't that the way
all souls
come together
don't they grow
in soil and toil
while they wait for rain
don't they bring down the sun
to raise themselves for one
more chance
to pick out someone
that might pick them
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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