My small mind has effectively been replaced
By a wide heaven of close-knit dandelions
Sheep-white balls of seeds and
Bright gold turned-up faces
Together basking in the sun
I tried to root them out
While they were young and
I was strong enough
To spread new grass seed
Over them at just the right
Spring shade of moon
The day after a rain
When everything
Is possible
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