Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

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

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