Free the Dandelion
Why
The dandelion
Do we hold with poisonous contempt?
The word weed grown to our lips
From what past snare?
Ah, those words that pop up from nowhere
To keep the front yard order
Clean flat and spotless
Lines and squares
I propose a small revolution
To re-label all weeds
Flowers
Let them spread
Entangled
Roots and blooms of give and take
Sweep our graves with wild meadows
Dandelions milkweeds violets of winding rivers
Breadcrumbs for butterflies
Honey bees on these lily pads
Perfume
Upon our exhausted souls
Loss of control
Divine medicine for all.
Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr. | Year Posted 2022
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