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.
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And the leafs (Dente de Leone), are delicious, if you enjoy bitters.
I’ve had them atop salad, yes quite lovely.