Dandelions
Little
bright, yellow heads
despised not for beauty.
That are here, there and everywhere
I tread.
Gently,
tentatively
in your meadowy home
amidst copious genera
alone.
Myself
but not really
alone. Strolling along
accompanied by my friends at
my feet.
Brushing
jagged edged leaves-
like baby lions teeth.
So aptly named dent de lion
Lead on!
Yellow
companions. The
time is nearly late. Your
feathered, cottony heads show a
little.
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