Dandelions
or if you ask me
how the dancing dandelion in the valley
survives the summer jive
I'm sorry,
I'm no seasoned for that
I never seen it in to 'to
as I was from the countryside
where the flower doesn't grow
but they say its really
beautiful
more than the
water-colored dandelions
in the postcard
for realness is depth in everything
again, how will I know?
I'm a thousand miles
from where the flower grows
then
just as I remembered the term,
"Aesthetic relativism",
I rested my own silly altercation.
Copyright © Vanne Joe | Year Posted 2022
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