Dandelion

Dandelion

growing out of a crack,

heading for the sky,

‘til it’s poisoned back.

All the way to the root,

its complete length.

It will regroup,

and muster its strength.

Little freedoms

that we get.

If only we

could somehow let

the dandelion grow.

Imagine the flourish,

ourselves to nourish.

Imagine

what we might know.

Poem copyright 2006

Photo by Mar Startari, 2018

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