One green dandelion said
Look how I've lost my head
While another opened golden
Rising among the dead
Abandoned in a field
While a war passed by
Their challenge was to die
Neither alarmed nor confused
And launch a myriad of seeds
Into the bullet-ridden sky
Nothing to do with politics
On a sodden sunny day
Green and yellow and gray
I watched an old woman one time
Pluck from them her winter wine
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