Dandelion
by Douglas Fireman
Your yellow petals
have nestled many times
beneath my chin
where pollen mixed
with morning dew
left tell-tale signs of you
I remember the first
Moment
I laid eyes on you
Your golden head
Sun filled to the brim
bobbing in the wind
When I picked you
and gave you
to my mother
she cried silver tears
Years later
when she died
I placed ten wreaths
of yellow suns
upon her grave…
volume 11(6)
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