Dandelion
Even if I pull your roots
from the earth,
you'll appear elsewhere –
yellow heads gazing up
and soft white puffs
bobbing on the breeze
I could pick your delicate seeds
before they spread,
but you anyway manage
to appear elsewhere
So, I'll leave you be
to tell the time with each
blow of my breath,
to spread your joy
so you may appear elsewhere
Andrea Vermaak © 2020
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