Dandelion
April 10, 2019
this forest of friendship
isn’t burning
it’s simply changing
constantly shifting
she was naive enough to truly believe
she was a tree in this lovely green
but the roots were not nearly as strong
she was a weed
too small, too yellow
in a world of giants
ignored at best
not done by cruel hands
this is a mellow life that’s lead
neither party is to blame
this is how things change
this is how things grow
by pain
as this forest burns
her seeds will travel
to be someone else
to be somewhere else
maybe a meadow
maybe in the crack of green in the interstate
but a new will bloom
pouring into the world
a bundle of wishes
to be used