Dandelions
What makes a weed a weed?
A wild plant growing
Where it is not wanted?
Why is it a pest when it grows
Such pretty flowers?
It encrouches on the garden bed
We so carefully cultivated on land
We do not own
We hate it becuase it dared to grow
Where we did not choose to plant it
Bright little yellow sunspots on the lawn
We did not give them permission to be there
Ugly little things
Uncontrollable lovely things
We pull out the roots
Of that which we cannot cage
They grow still
They rise still
Rise
Rise
Rise
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2020
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