In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

Taraxacum

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A metamorphosed dandelion lay intact  in a vast grassy field

Where children played in muddy boots and soccer cleats,

Where footballs landed in small arms no bigger than a pigskin

Punted by big-shoed daddies tossing at small footed brothers.

The sun beat the grass and sent the hornets flying as players

Passed the ball with scuffed leather knotted Adidas and Nikes.

Even after the beach folding chairs and rainbow shade umbrellas

Came Dragging across fields drying from the morning showers,

She stood straight peeking above the tallest blade, puff and stem,

One lone lion’s tooth floret-filled seed head unfazed, full bloom

Miraculously untrammeled, an uncrushed testament to fortune

And delicate obedience to the will of a higher chaos than ours.

3 thoughts on “Taraxacum

  1. Reblogged this on Rifleman III Journal and commented:
    And the leafs (Dente de Leone), are delicious, if you enjoy bitters.

  2. Pingback: Sea of dandelions | look around!

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