The King of Spring
Do
dandelions roar?
Today
I wondered this
I
looked out at a field
Covered
in rain the past few weeks
Was
now enjoying being bathed in sunlight
Among
the green, greens were heads of yellow
Populated
everywhere in crowds or solo
But
covering as a stadium
Cheering
on spring
Roaring
and roaming
To
bring back sustenance
To
the young ones that
Still
were shut tight
Closing
off their sunny faces
Waiting
for white haired
That
spread their seeds
By
wind and wistful child
Then
they will follow
To
ravage the grassy knoll
Knowing
they mark
Spring
and summer like no other
By
announcing in herald
“We
are here!” devouering
Each
dew drop
Choking
out all plants that oppose
To
be king of the urban jungle
Coming
up through crack or crevice
Careening
their necks
To
turn and roar out spring
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