The Life Of One Dandelion
Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs
I found a yellow dandelion
moist and rooted
In the mossy crevice where it grew
Feeling growing dread
That misty morning feet
Would crush her green spine
The little flower unperturbed
glowed Vermeer like
with a film of pollen gloss
It seemed oblivious to the
crushing threat
and stood there with a straight back
Fragile
Mortal
And beautifully alive
poem by Martin Lochner
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