Dandelions 1995

All I want you to give me are dandelions
The keepers of the yard
Outright militants stretching stubborn roots down
They are always there
You can fight, clip, poison, shred
They are always there, they disappear only to reappear
When and where they are least wanted

I remember being small
Picking wilted dandelions for my mother

All I want are dandelions in a pot
Strong the flowers
Well watered
The grass used to be greener
With small yellow suns burning in the lawn
Fairy seeds blowing everywhere, clouds speeding fast-forward across the skies
Many an idyllic childhood day spent lying on the ground
Next to the dandelions
Dreams down among the roots, hopes and memories floating up to heaven
Drifting like pollen which makes me sneeze

Dont' give me roses
Or weak-willed hothouse gardenias that wither at a breath of arid air
All I want are dandelions in a pot
Grown strong