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.