Dente Di Leone
having a plot
not more than
a large pot
growing
was a nurtured
planted by
nature
wind
blown
seed that
grew into
a dandelion
never mind
for those that
think it's just
a weed
it was never
mine from
the start
so no
need to
feel or fill
or fulfill any
care or beware
of its
dying but
when its yellow
flower turned to
a puffy
dome of
white seeds
i felt threatened
by
the
wind
and even
a
sneeze so
that no one would
blow it up and away
i placed
atop it a
laboratory
bell jar but
then
thought
and gasped perhaps
the insane happiness
of
dear
Sylvia
Plath
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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