Previously Published on Bitterzoet Magazine . . .

I Am Dandelion

Unwanted weed, thriving against tended grains of green.

I resist every attempt at extraction.  Caustic sprays, repeated

attempts at diminishment, disintegration fail against a head

that chooses to live without ears.  I feed on frustration,

but tire quickly of repetitious scene.  I allow my hair to whiten,

mimic absence, before giving myself to whim of wind. 

I disperse, leaving nothing but random seed, a lone memory

that may or may not take root.

(https://bitterzoetmag.com/)