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.