A large white seed-head
Atop a leafless stem
A periscope risen from the dead
A single dandelion stood
Confronting me when I came out
So exact and self-possessed
It held my eye in judgment
Of my envy at its imminent
Dispersal just you wait
I will be everywhere
This dying you see dear friend
Is just a dress rehearsal
For a hundred thousand flowers
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